It sings for my ears. But it talks to my heart. It shakes me by my fears. And shoots me like board of a dart.
It brings back all the memories. And wakes me up of things I can’t find. It’s not my happiness. Why I feel like I’m blind?
But I don’t want to stop this melancholy. Even though I am so trap. I’d rather burst totally. Instead of fooling myself by bluff.
Lyrics is heartache. Tune is heartbreak. My emotion is not fake. My mind is in earthquake.
It’s painful. It’s kinda tragic. It’s playful. The power of music.
Rain was falling as she stare on the window.
She stepped into the soaked road and grasses with bare feet,
Her hair, her whole body got wet.
She walked as she hugs herself in the coldness.
She cried, freely. Nobody could see the tears.
She ran and ran, pursuing the way to escape.
She danced, unpredictably. Nobody could see her moves.
And looking up, she watched the clouds go lighter as the rain falls heavier.
Her feet, her hands, her eyes was washed.
Grief and despair was gone.
Suddenly. She’s done with the pain.
Finally. Her heart and memory. The sky was clean.
It’s 9:00 , I don’t know why I’m writing this for you but I’ll continue. I only want to say that I’m listening to music and yes, they’re about heartbreaks same to what I feel right now. 9:00 PM, the rain is falling, my heart is in ache, I’m scattering tears, I’m crying, and it’s because of you. Well, I’m not blaming you either ’cause I know that it’s all my fault and I’m the blameworthy in here not you, absolutely not.
I’m hiding my eyes from them, hoping not to be seen, not to be caught. But later, once the lights are out and they are asleep, I’ll burst again like what happened to me the last night. Your name will echo again in my mind over and over. My pillow will be soaked again. And my nighttime will be taken by sadness.
I don’t know why it is like this. I honestly don’t. I know I’m still too young but I feel so messed up, I feel so vain, so trap. I feel the same emotion when I stare at your pictures. Why would I dream of a person who don’t even know me? Why would I fall in love with someone who can never love me back? I know, I know that nobody will love me though. I’m unworthy.
I once wished that you could also feel what I feel, that you could realize my pain, that you could get yourself in this extreme sadness of mine. And that won’t happen. Never ever.
I wrote a lot already and I won’t stop ’til I got tired, ’til I know I’m empty, and ready to let you go. I hope one day you can read them for me. I hope one day you’ll do.
But let me be happy for you instead. I heard you’re in Hong Kong today, and I know you’re enjoying your moments there. Fulfill yourself, okay? And I will always be around as someone whom you don’t know. Someone who truly cares… Mr. Wanderer.
Maybe, it’s the right time to stop.
Maybe, it’s the right time to close my eyes.
I’ll now give my mind and my heart it’s rest.
It’s my time of escaping from reality.
My soul will run away and this worst feeling will be gone.
Suddenly and temporarily.