I didn't sleep. Coz I'm scared
Scared of what might happen in the next morning.

I stopped being me long time ago
I can't even remember who that was now

I am not addicted to alcohol or drugs,
   I am addicted of escaping reality.

Met this man before
Wearing a simple gray shirt paring with dark blue jeans and a sneakers
I promised myself I wouldn't fall inlove to him
Never knew that an angel-good looking guy would make a stone-hearted women fell inlove to him

I was dying to hear someone say
That I didn't need
To try so hard to be perfect,
That I was enough,
Its okay to cry,
And
To be just
Be me.

Badly need someone to lean on
My knees are weak, so faint and down-and-out
My tears are falling, my pretention is over.

Would you look at me the same
      If you saw all my scars?
      If you knew all my pain?