These are the questions that run through my mind, Your way into my
heart, you did find.
should I keep my feelings inside, Keep them locked up, or let them
hide?
I just don’t know what to do anymore, My heart it aches, my heart
it’s sore.
The love that makes me drunk and
destroyed, then pain, and torture in the cramped space and quiet.
Why are you scatter plot romance
until I stumbled and fell in love with folded arms ?
Because only you, The one that I look up to. The
one that I run to. The one that I talk to.
And because you’ve turned into a
mossy stone, stone sculpture that no matter who, savage stone statue,
Then, I was silent, lonely,
without a whisper, liver disappeared, love lost, missed disappeared,
and let kill all the sense in the
dark.