I might not talk to you
I might not check up on you
I even might not worry about you
But know that when the time comes and you need me again, I'm still here for you.

Why would I even be sad?
If you are me, would you even get sad?
Why would I even care?
If I stopped bothering you, would you even care?

For days I have asked
"What might be the things that I lack?"
Then the answer popped up at last
Maybe I'm just not enough.

They always tell
That a picture can make you feel well
But what can I do
If the reason that I cry is a picture of you?

The lens of the camera that I used
Captured all the feelings that I don't want to lose
We were happy back then while smiling at the camera
But look now, it's almost like smiling is just something we can see in an opera

Why do I even bother creating this poem
I feel stupid for even hoping that you get back to me on your own
If only a camera can bring back the moments in captured
I would be happy to trade my soul and let my heart be fractured

Wish I was dead, yet I wish to live
Expectations gone
Thought if I do not hesitate to give
I'll be helped by someone

Man I wish my mind just goes blank for a week
Genuine peace and happiness is just what I seek
Maybe its true that if you expect to much you'll burn yourself
Can someone be my ice and be my help?

Sleepless nights
Worthless fights
When can I experience
Your love so tight?

When will the Gods above
Grant us the never ending love
As the moon rise up
The dust of my broken hearts makes me cough

If I ever got the chance
I will grab you by the hands
Tell you, you are the prettiest poison
And the perfect solution.