too many things to tell
too many things to consider
too many of them await for answers
and i'm the one who felt
if someone could be the right one
then whose role to be taken
i wonder the days
as the plane pass by
then when i started to count
the moments that had been forgotten
when ones tell the lies
upon who to be blame for fault
if i manage to guess the puzzle
but possible to get the right answer
when the weather changes
i would cry for years
if those who meant to be
i believe that's the fact for me
i couldn't count how many they are
still i couldn't seek who's the right
if you're a gamer
then i'm mistaken that you're a lawyer
please, i know i could wait
but my temper is chasing
if i have the chance
i could have let go
what i believe in front my eyes
is part that i can't see