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.