My life be like,
Waiting for your words
to pop up on my dying cell phone,
And every time i lost my words
when you ring on my cell phone,
Maybe this is what i called "crazy feeling",
Yet I just feel normal,
So that's mean I am okay.

At some point,
I enjoy every moment
when i felt like we're "one",
Have this thought that you're the one,
Or maybe i just overthink it?
It's too overwhelmed if i think about it,
It's normal to have a feeling like this,
So that's mean I am okay.

Up until today,
Nobody know the answer,
And at some point the table turn without any of my conscience,
To know that the person you love is disappearing,
It is just not real,
To wipe out all the desire, imaginations and all the moments,
It is my weakness,
May you found the
peace and beautiful future,
So that maybe i can be in your
"life iterature".