Late night talking
Sharing stories of old
It was a nerdy stuff not everybody know
You barely give me your thoughts
You told me how your fingers couldn't keep up
I told you, it's fine, It's not like everything is already made up
You laughed and told me how I could read your mind
For the first time, you felt like a book wide open to someone
At the back of my mind I have already completed the pieces before I even see the three dots
I'm your translator lost in rules and grammar
Not using words but all silence, thought and beat of the heart
I wanted to ask you a question
A question I want to dictate the answer
I want it to be my side, a joyful one to receive
My friends are describing me the chaos of this
I only thought, they never really know you like I did
Sitting in my bed thinking how this will end
I'm thinking of confronting
But it may cause me a deal
Do I deserve this story?
A damsel waiting for her prince
I think it's unlikely
For I will be the princess willing to surrender its royalty
For a commoner that only embodied you
I've seen this story before
And I didn't like the ending
It was a girl sincerely loving
But loses herself in the falling
I kept you in my prayers
Hoping that one day I'll be able to say it to you
But this prayer might had already end
I must have talked about you a lot
That the heaven is shutting you off my lips
Now, all I can do is suffer and weep
That's the only sound coming out of me
Maybe the sound of a heart break or a cut-short story
Prayer is all sincere and heartwarming
But not this time,
When I heard the prayer you have for her it's sweet and kind
But it sounds the opposite to me, it sounds like a word of crucifix
She might be the damsel you're willing to rescue
To travel and see her well and due
I must be the one calling for help in the wilderness
And only got an echo to hear in distress
