Think a lot lately, sitting and enjoy afternoon coffee.
Listen to some melody, pretend everything gonna be OK.
Wanna speak the word, didn’t know how to start it.
Everything gonna be OK, everything will be fine.
I know I may be wrong sometimes,
I know I may say a wrong word anytime,
I know that I am a human too, wanna be loved and wanna be more than who I am today.
Write some poet, people may think it was me.
I am telling story, I am telling the lies and truth.
You didn’t know which side I am,
You didn’t know how my brain work.
Fantasies, dream and a lot of story.
Passing by one by one, didn’t know when to end.
Wait their time to get out,
Wait the right person to listen all of the tape.
I like to talk,
I like to create story, a real one or a lie.
I like to save myself, make myself be the main victim.
Make myself being a hero too.
It would be rain sooner or later.
The sky is dark, the heart is blue.
A heart that full of red become hurtful.
I am scare, I don’t want to move.
Which side I am ?
Pretending to be OK and act like a doll ?
Become stupid because can’t say what I been thinking ?
Accept everything without a single fight ?
Which side I am ?
Wanna be good, scare to get hurt.
Wanna be bad, scare to have enemy.
Nobody really love me.
It was me, and only me that know the truth.
Sitting here, enjoy the afternoon.
Sitting here, with a salt coffee in my table.
Sitting here, let the tears dry inside the eyes.
Sitting here, have a big smile because I am a joke around here.
