The day getting gloomy,
I just want the sunny,
Please light up my days,
I think too much until my hair grey.
The horrific things keep happen,
Those things make my experience ripen,
You make me spinning around,
But I keep it from drowning down.
When I close my eyes I see you,
When I open my eyes I want you,
Is this what we call insanity?
Because my love to is infinity.
I know this is tragic,
But for me it’s magic,
It happens to fast,
And I hope it won’t last.
When the devil start to speak,
Automatically I’m being weak,
I try my best to throw all the negative feeling,
But sometimes I can’t help myself from falling.
-Me-
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