When you spoke out loud, I heard you by words
You walked away, and I was exactly on your step
Sometimes you seemed so much mature, could stole all my pride
But you could also became so much desperate, and there was me
Listen to your matter
You sang a love song one day, and took me for a date
You asked me for a lunch and invited me to the bookstore
You were there, told jokes to me
When I was ‘bout to cry, it was you listen to my complaint
Your eyes were full of tears when saw me depressed
Kept asking, “Is there still anything wrong?”
I could explain every little thing you used to do
These are just one part,
At the first time I played my guitar, all the melodies were for you
Now, there IS something wrong, but you ain’t here listen to
It is the boy who broke my heart badly, used to be with me
Even there’s still a question, “Don’t you know I love you this much?”
-p.puteri
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