I have a hard time
Feeling good
About who I am
Today

Because I hate
The circumstances
That made me like this
Yesterday

So I'm hoping
That things will change
So that I can love myself
Tomorrow

If I'd know today
Would be the day
That I lost you

The day all my fear
And all my doubts
Came to be true

I would have prayed
I would have said
It's not too late

Now that light has dimmed and music has lost its color
Hopes of yesterday feel like a dream I'm longing for

You were my home
In a life already too big for two
Here all alone
It's exile, to be far from you
You were my home

Morning will soon come
What will become
Of tomorrow?

Like a vagabond
I'll walk beyond
Lands and sorrow

Follow the sun
And if I burn
Let it be so

I just want to be a kid again.
Maybe when I was still ten,
life used to be so easy then.
But of course, reality strikes again.

Why can't we be a kid again?
No work, just playing in the play pen.
Play alone or play with a friend.
How I wish that it never ends.

But all is based on the "now".
Hoping to find ways to be a kid, somehow.
Whether it was the time I still looked like an angel.
Or the time I still didn't know anything, and was in a cradle.

I still do.

What could be the question? 'Cause all I have here is the answer.

The answer to all that's been lurking around the corners of my mind.

They have been here, all from the day when I thought that there would be nothing else to spare. I was crushed. I was empty. I felt how your words just faded away from my memory and the memory of those who knew what was there. But still, they are here. Still lurking in the corners of what I'd rather call nowhere.

Guess it would be foolish to hear that

I still do.

How I wish I know what to ask myself when I say the words "I still do."

It's not that I would rather deny. It's just that I don't want to seem so wrong when I know what is going on, when I know what is right and wrong. It could have lived on. It could have made us strong. It could have saved us from feeling completely alone when we knew we were both there. Yes, I know, that was wrong. And so we moved on.

But did we bother ask ourselves what was really going on?

We never did, but

I still do.

No matter how much I say that somebody else has taken my heart away, you still take a part of me, in every luscious word, in every passionate stare, in every gentle touch, in every meaningful day, in my every breath that you would always take away.

You still do.

But I lost you.

And for every unknown question I wish I never have to create, know that there is no other answer to take but

**I still do.