the year i met you we started with a fight,
the year i met you we ended with friendship,
and the year still goes on as we cling to the silver lining of loyalty
and i started thinking am i not being honest to myself like whom i should be.

everytime i look at you jealousy fill my heart
everytime i look at you i feel like a devil reside
you, who influence my daily life
you, whom i lose myself to

i hate the seed that has been planted inside my heart after meeting you
but me who is not brave enough to convey what i feel
No, never brave enough as you are
i succumb to my own war

for many years im becoming like this
the bravery never come to me
the coward me instead take place to be

im sorry.