As I search for you,
I slowly forgotten every inch
Of what made me as whole.

As I search for you,
I have to fight the urge of
Being with you and having
The freedom to myself.

As I search for your name,
I cannot seem to grasp the idea
That what ''you and i'' once had
Is nothing but a sheer memory.

As I search for your name through every accounts,
I still get butterflies in my stomach
I still smile and hoping that there's a slight chance
For us to become as one again.

As I search for peace within this chaotic world,
I still carry you with me.