No more confusions…
If i just can’t figure out; let it be, then
If you just can’t make it out; let it die, then
Give me a cue again whenever i say hollow in the morning with the smile of last night
It’s something left behind
Even I would not be so critical
Then how would you know?

Love talk,
And walk
It has never been to the right place;
Stop, and drink two cups of black coffees as what I used to do
Would you like some bread?
That will be kind to your tongue
That’s what I‘d like to say,
You’re always pretend just like well;
You understood, you’re understanding;
however you’re not understand

Can you see the mirror in my room?
It’s not very big but people in there are always small

I have three jacks on my wall;
They‘re almost as white as my wall
I’d never considered how deep it is in stead how it looks like


It has nothing left tonight
No more love
No more passion
No more confusion
I really wonder how disgusting you could be