plain dark yet I see thousand skyscrapers
emptiness filled with nothingness
and my pocket bleeds the word I spit
my eyes get drowned from its sweat
everyone is nowhere
and so are my emotions
like an old shell left because it's weak
heavy enough to be lifted up
silent, but not peaceful
wildfire slowly tearing down every walls
yet I hear happiness from the other side
it's far, but I know it is meant for me
they're happy when I'm alone
they're happy that I am alone

but it's fine
it is fine with me
it is fine with everyone who gets used to reality

you are my first thought in the morning,
and you are also my last though before I go to sleep.
I always look for you,
find ways just to talk to you,
just to be with you.
To see that smile of yours,
that I fell in love with.
I hate to admit,
I love being with you,
and definitely enjoy it.
I am getting used to those things,
and I know it is not right,
but I love it,
at the same time I hate it.