I was just a random book
Displayed in a blank library
Collecting dust and tears
Yet, untouched and contended

Then you suddenly picked me
Decided to read every chapter
Recite the poems I wrote
Since the day I learned to write

I was happy that day
To be suddenly the center
Of a galaxy I never thought
To even exist on the same universe

Books were meant to be read
So how lucky I was to be baptized?
Being a complete book on a--
Very unexpected circumstance

But for my misplaced expectations
You eventually got tired of reading
And here I am
Back to the corner of the library

Collecting dust all over again

It is always back to you
Even if traversing the path
I could not otherwise take
Would always bring me back

Back to your door

Does not matter which road I take
Since every crossroad and roundabouts
Will always bring me back tongue tied
Begging for another chance

And it seems very problematic
For a cold pigment of the past
To scare me this much
Life must have really gone backwards

As I'm always the recognizable joke
It is hard to even realize that--
I could not laugh at myself
Knowing how serious I am

On looking forward to be
Back at your door again

In case you miss me in the night
Remember my favorite quote,
"Butterflies does not know
the stillness of the ground
but knows the vastness of it."

Be the butterfly that soars
Ever knowing of the turbulence
And the resistance of the winds,
Be the butterfly that lives
Knowing the vastness of the world

You said 'I loved you'
I smile
Never knowing
You said loved
Unfair
Cause I still do

Tomorrow will always come
Dont regret anything you've done
Life is short and will always end
We will always meet on ahead

Feel the beating in your chest
Louder and louder it gets
Set your mind to realize tomorrow
Will always come for you

Seize the clouds above your hands
Fly beneath the world you used to know
Have yourself the satisfactions of life
And grow with a smile on your face

Steadily, claim your dreams
The world is yours and yours alone
Tomorrow will always come
Don't be afraid

My favorite part of the day
Would be the lifeless stare
At the setting distant sun
As I pass another day older