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Faithful

We are separated by the distance. Far away like a hundred miles.
Without knowing what you do and what I do though both phone are set to ring.
Who knows if you're having some fun while I'm sitting under the black sky.
Numb. Cold.
Situation is like you've carved a tattoo on my body, and left out without finished it.
Like a doctor wrote a prescription, made some mistakes and torn making the patient dizzy.

We do have a really bad view each other.
You might think that I'm having some drugs waiting you,
and I think that you have another one beside you.

The truth is right. Mine thought.
But, what you think about me is like a different scenery in a same place.
I'm screaming out, loud. Making whole neighbours wake and mock me and say, "STFU!!"

My momma would think that I gotta be in asylum.
She's a witness look at me laughing, mad, cry altogether.
But I'm calm.

I just want you here. Even after I know that bitter lie.
Yes, you. I keep the faith, for you.

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