give me a reason to carry on, give me something to hold on to, give me room where i can breathe, give me space where i can dwell, give me back my only reason for everything.
how come space and time spent away can't seem to erase every bit of love i have for you? why can't laugh carry and patch up every sprinting pain and fear? how come someone be too untiring to remember and love??
what is it you have that keeps me following you helplessly? I've anticipated the wind of change but until now, it still haven't come to visit my wounded soul.
the stars, the moon, the pitch black darkness...how come they all conspire to make me gloomy and think of you?
across every building and distance, a person lays here still thinking of every bit her lover has left her.
i cant force love to anyone certainly if he doesn't love me but why does love has to be cruel enough to force love on me but never really give him to me?
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