Thousands of excuses

When that day comes,
You will turn around,
Deep inside me cries,
But you give it a bound.

When that day comes,
I don’t have any other choice,
I have to let you leaves,
And I’ll become moist.

When that day comes,
I have to act like nothing come to pass,
Even though it really hurts,
But my heart already is being rust.

When that day comes,
Automatically I’m being weak,
I know you know how I feel,
Every month my heart will leak.

When that day comes,
Half of myself had gone,
I can’t hide from darkness,
But still I tried to run from the dimness,

When that day comes,
I really can’t stay calm,
My heart previously lumps,
Why you still make it bump?

When that day comes,
I allow your thousands excuses,
I hide the real feelings,
Because I want to see your smiles.





-Me-