I'll never understand.

What a sinful day at Max's house. Calories in my body are on the rise.


I can't believe it.
I'm listening to my English songs after so damn long.
This feeling is almost indescribable.
I repeated that track for like 10 times? Maybe more.
Never fails to make me feel weak.
Just like I am so sick and tired trying to move on.
Bruised and battered by your words, dazed and shattered now it hurts.
Indeed. Cause' you're only almost here.
I can only say, I really, really miss the past.
But I'm not stopping, still trying to reach the finishing line.

I've found a reason for me,
to change who I used to be.
A reason to start over new,
and the reason is not you.
Because I'm moving on.





Who are you now?
Are you still the same?
Or did you change somehow?
What do you do, at this very moment when I think of you?
Though everything's been said and done, I still feel you.
But still no word from you.
Instead of moving on, I refuse to see.
That I keep coming back.
And I'm stuck in a moment that wasn't meant to last.



You don't even know that I still need you.