The fireflies slowed up, alight of my heart.
Break the times and goes up, then feeling apart.
Why there’s somebody brightening me like a queen shine?
Untold anybody and never try to make him mine.
Keep me stand, to be silent, and holding back me up. Honestly didn’t want me flight.
I try to be presently, but no one should be the one that looked me like a queen. Cause a queen needed a king.
And if you didn’t will, so you didn’t.
I’m tired of this suck life. I mean, everybody understanding each other but they’re always did the opposite things of the main things should do.
It’s prevail when you loved somebodies. So you broke up a lot. Or you just makes somebody feel special to you for a moment that you can’t describe what relation it is. It’s a suck thing.
Are you ever found the black part of you? It’s a nice timing to holding someone to be yours. Every hole that never seem before will catching the right emotionality of yours. It’s a best thing.
You will happy for the memories. Resting all anxiety, then focus.
But the one problem is aware. Who you are? What us? How should us be?
