He's tired.
She's sleepy.
He spoke.
She poke.
One night, tonight.
There's a broken heart.
He just fell down.
She settle down.
Who cares with the broken heart?
A mess piece of an art.
Who cares with this broken heart?
When a wreckless turns to fight.
She tap his head.
Don't be bended.
She tap his shoulder.
The cry were louder.
Nothing's new on this situation.
There's no correct destination.
Maybe it's just a part of Hallucination.
Or maybe, it's just an option.
You can't hear my tears.
You can't feel my fears.
You can't see my worth.
You only focus on that part.
I'm praying but it's not enough.
I'm done i don't believe in love.
Lyrics were spoken and felt.
Your heart that in the tone melt.
Time will come it will heal.
Time will come you will deal.
that time has come into you.
Come here sweetie, i will not hurt you.
