You were beautiful when you had shadows around you
and even more so you were beautiful

When you were honest


Like only the way a statue could be honest

Beautiful
and honest
and cold
and steadfast

That is just precisely what you were


Like a cold, barren, stone state of being

Love, well love is like a good cup of coffee

We all want to drink it without getting burnt

How can you feel that you are being loved?
Is it with tears on your pillow every night?
Or is it with screaming bad dreams out of light?
Maybe when you felt an ache just like a stab in the middle of your heart.

How can I feel that I was being loved?
Was it during those times that I felt betrayed?
Was it whenever I felt lonely and alone?
Or maybe when I feel being ignored and taken for granted all along.

If all of those strange feelings we're called love,
If all of those anguish feelings considered as love,
If all of those hurtful things I endured was being loved,
Then I would refused to be loved, I would resist to be loved.

Why am I too innocent?
My responsibilities I neglect
Why am I not responsible
Unlike the rest

I'm younger than most of them
But I can keep up
But I get used...
Abused by those who dislike me

People you least expect
Take advantage
And abused my innocence
They left no mercy for me

Until when
Will I have to keep swimming out
The neck deep ****
Being dumped on me

When will I grow up?
When will it all stop
When...

I have walked a million miles
And mostly all alone
But when I wanted 2 share a site
I most required a friend
But most left me in the dark lanes
And some left to take another turn
Then I learnt I don’t need a friend
Because I’d walked a million miles alone
And so I can another million miles more…

Twinkle, twinkle you were right beside me
When I blink, there's no you that I see
I never expect nor I didn't see this coming around
Because all I know is we were happy, safe and sound


Run, run, run, as I shout your name
Thinking you're hiding and this is just a game
But then I found you, do you feel a little shame?
Even the sky cry hard as it started to rain


It feels like you stabbed my heart with an invisible knife
It might not bleed, but it hurts the same way
And I don't know if I can go on with this life
You left me hanging without a word to say


But then I woke up at 2am
I realized I should listen to them
You're not the guy to cry every night
I deserve better and I know this is right


All those I love you's, forever and always
Are now become words that just go to waste
But still I want you not to forget those little things
And the girl who loves the fading sound of strummed guitar strings.