ONE HUNDRED STEPS CLOSER

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One step but not yet close,
I asked myself if what will I gain with those?
If she's the one you'll chose,
And you'll even give her red rose,
Does it mean I'm destined to lose?

Closer and closer,
But it seems like were still apart from each other,
What if I step into another?
Will we be more closer together?
Or much closer to never?

Half of some steps are taken, few are apart,
And something strike me, what if we depart?
Now I'll ask you a question in this world of art,
Which place in here is my part?
Which part here in your heart?

With those steps that I've made,
Where will I turn to get some aid?
I would rather be on that shade,
Because I'm too afraid,
Of being hurt and being betrayed.

I've been here because of you,
Because I wanted to prove that I can continue,
Continue what I wanted to pursue,
Those dreams that were few,
Now, it's millions just because of you.

Half to go, I'm exhausted,
I feel like I'm defeated,
There are too many times I've got rejected,
This life, full of one-sided,
This feelings for you, seems like unrequited.

Few more steps and I'm there,
There, where the steps are over,
What will happen to me whenever?
Are we close enough together?
Or yeah, we're close but not 'til forever.

Too many questions,
But can't I afford to give explanations.
Why do I feel this infatuation?
When you're there, I'm inspired, you're my inspiration,
But there's always the word rejection.

I'm here, standing,
Standing infront of you while panting,
Panting caused by things that were tiring,
Tired of being broken and tired of hoping,
Hoping that there's someone who'll not fail on loving.

I hope that there's someone who'll try to step those,
Those one hundred steps just to keep me close,
I've try hard, that's what I chose,
I hope there's one person that'll give effort without force,
I hope that you'll appreciate this things that I've wrote.

One hundred,
That's the amount I've stepped,
I sigh as my eyes were closed.
You, taking steps to be with me, I've dreamed,
But that's just a dream that wake me up and become dreaded.

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