Told myself to stop,
Stop giving love they don't deserve.
Stop pretending to be okay and
Cry whenever I want to.
Carrying this broken heart is much more painful than I thought.
People believe that love can cure,
When don't even know
What real love means.
The word love has been polluted
By those who don't appreciate it.

Purple skies, sunset beyond the bulb.
At the tea shop, breeze by the bay.
So what are you waiting for, love?
Can't you see that I am here to stay?

I always tell myself to let go the past
I know sometimes, it hurts.
But then I ask myself,
What's the point of having the past on your back?
Nothing, really.

I'm in my room looking for the star, the brightest one of course through the window of my room.

You said stars light the brightest when they're in the dark but why  I can't see any of them in this dark heart of mine?

My first love was a flower.
He cheered me up with the beautiful petals he had.
I hope he knew that I was really happy back then.
The colours of him still stuck in my mind till now.
I was the water that gave him freshness,
But all he needed was lights from the sun.