I’m lost. It’s not kind of trapped or something. But I’m lost. In my own dream. Ever since you’d gone away.
I’m lost. And everything that I’d dreamed about have gone. Nobody knows. Including me. All the sweetness and happiness. And the only thing I would miss forever. You.
I’m lost. And there’s no way home. There’s no home in my dream. The only home was when I keep staring at your sharp eyes. And you’d gone. So where is the right place for me?
I’m lost. And I’m insecure. It’s like “let go someone I don’t want to, but I must to”. You’d gone for no reason. You’d just gone. Where are you? Is my dreamland not good enough for you?
I’m lost. And bad thing happens, I miss you. I miss you messing my dreams up. I miss your sweet smile, your different accent, your board shoulders, and your honest personality.
I’m lost. And there’s nothing I could do. All I could do is just hoping. Please come back to my mind. To the world when I close my eyes. To the world when nobody knows, here, beneath my skin.