i let myself to trust you
i even hand you a gun
that once you pull the trigger
you know
it will never get back
to you

you aimed it
to the one who gave you
you pulled it
without any guilt
you let the bullet
hit my heart

it is now stop beating
for you
it was taken away
by you

now you got no place
in my heart
no more
no more
not anymore

i lie in tears
on my excruciation
bemoan
alone
without you
by my side

not so poetic

That girl has everything that I crave
She was a dream that I had
She was the girl that I wanted to be
But I know I'll never be her

I woke up this morning
To look at myself
At the mirror
To see the chaos on myself

Then I touched reflection
I told her that:
"you are the problem that will never be solved"
She nodded
With the tears that stream on her face

Everything's so clear now
I can see the mess of her right now
I surely know that,
The problem is her thoughts

I assure her to let go of her thoughts
She pointed at me as she answered
Turns out...
Her mess is mine