2 am with my phone,
tell me, should i gone?
with your untold story, zipped lips and unfamiliar vibes
i ask, "do i existed in your story?."
i can't text you cause my last text couldn't make you stay. how can i text you, ask your day and your feelings while this episode is so chaos for both of us. and still, you don't tell me.
but here i am, called me such a fool but here i am, your safe place. try to understand while i can't even understand myself instead.
hi, how are you, then?
