the night is getting ticker
just the light of moon shining in the sky
Your face appear as my silhouette
make this heart squeezed to tiny pieces
perhaps this phone wanted to dial your number
looking your faces through video-cam
when no confident across this soul
one by one screwed this feeling
blame unknown soul
together with the burial of lovely fate
time that keep ticking with no stop
hope my lips dare to say something
some words that you deserve to hear
maybe the words that you wishing
waiting for my stupidity that never being over
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