Indistinct chatters,
silenced by melody
Melody of my thoughts
Hung on a little thread
Died a little bit inside

As the coffee drips,
my heart falls and strips
As the coffee drips,
why can't so my tears?

Alone, Friday at the Café
Pushed and leaned on the corner
with two rings attached to my fingers
the memories lingers

Where I am? At the Café
Who am I? That's Touché
Can I find somebody
Somebody at this Café
Everyone has someone
but me, I am the only one

Well, it is Friday
At the Café
As sweet as my matcha
As bitter as my life