You gave me a nickname,
And we held hands.
Laughed at jokes that were lame,
Suddenly, we're each other's fan.

Yet those short-lived daydreams,
Fainted and faded.
Is it what it seems?
Has it ended before it started?

I hope that it's all in my head,
I wish there's and 'it' to be there.
Can't fall for something that's already dead,
Universe, prove the world could be fair.

Every night I talk to the pillow,
Like how I used to before,
Its faces changes yet remains hollow,
The essence still holds its core.

Tomorrow I wait again,
Though tells myself that it is in vain.
I am, after all, just a friend,
To you, not a loss nor a gain.