You got these ***** fellow pages of flickering madness
Trying to undo the past, tinkering with it
In the name of sadness or even provocation
For something new or something you've lose
You heartbreaker, nonsense talker
You proof nothing but yourself, hunter
The dark is your morning and so do your moon
You hint the farewell with the clock
So, dig a hole and put it in
like the promises you made and then you forgot
now, you have nothing to hate
Nor having nothing to love

It felt like I don’t want to hear a word tomorrow
He said it was bad, or he might just laugh at it
Told mine was a kind of joke
Of facing people back and forth and,
I’m still the naïve one.

Do you think it was pretty, huh?
To say words from mind are kind of disturbing
For you and your satisfy
To let the world know
I’m just a piece of *******
That trying to scratch the paper with my tears

I though I’m doing fine
Though what I did was the best for today
Then your words faced me
With the pain and the bitterness
Taught me ten different stories
Which might end me up on the floor of the bathroom.

What kind of soul is mine, you said.
What kind of story that I wrote, you said.
What kind of memory that I tried to replace, you said.
But, you won’t let a single word if you were me.
When admiring is more beautiful than trying to change
For me
When accepting is better than complaining
For me.

I hate that I adore you
So much until your laughing
Could luring my devil away
Until making your eyes as a place
Where I’d miss to stare every moment
Yet ruined my sanity reality in a second

You asked me what kind of movie I liked
Well, is it possible for me to say?
If only the sound of you breathing is everything enough
Then, you keep laughing at a joke that I made
And I keep falling deeper,
To the feeling I kept inside

Do you know I want to touch your hand?
So badly until the spaces between my fingers no longer empty
But,
I know, there will always a ‘but’
In the back of my head,
When it comes to you.