when someone bids goodbye
then i plead them to stay
and try to make a way

deep in my heart i respect their choice
but these tears are not of joy
and i will surely miss that voice

no more artsy man of the group
and four of them are left
i wish everything is back on loop

when someone commands me to do stuff
deciding to follow mine or theirs
leaves me, making it more tough

if i followed their option for me
i won't feel like i want to flee
they know what is good for me
yet i ignored it and followed mine

now here i am sticking to my plan
others pointed out the risks
making me **** out from this world

yet i have five angels
saving and cheering me up
i have two kind-hearted friends
with their shoulders to cry on
though i want to be gone

(k.l.)