Is it a blessing?
Maybe someday you’re the one who always remember that day gratefully
This is life
I will always be the one who left behind
And (maybe) it always be my sad story
I keep asking why it’s you not me
Why, why, and why?
Is it true it’s what grown ups do?
Maybe i get my soul too much covered by my body, brain, and lust
Should i be a monk?
Or am i just running away?
Now, i still cry for myself because you can’t answer the most basic question
I cry for myself, for being such a fool these years
Nothing’s left, this is life
I still can’t see my future, i let it unpredictable and unexpected
Can i even bare my future?
So much things to say and i still don’t want to talk with you
Time is running out, i don’t have time to cry
I can’t handle tears, they’re already running down on my cheeks
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