my bed
some people live for the fortune
some people live just for the fame
some people live for the power
some people live just to play the game
some people think that the physical things define what’s within
and I been there before but that life’s a bore, so full of the superficial..
some people want it all, but I don’t want nothing at all
if it ain’t you baby, if I ain’t got you baby
some people want diamond rings, some just want everything
but everything means nothing if I ain’t got you..
now the time is 5.20am…
not in the mood…can’t sleep…
saw my ex tonite…think that she never saw me at the same time…
struggle for her missing…yet it’s useless…
well, still have 1 day is my birthday, and it will turn up a year for the breakup with her…
sounds moody, unwell…
what’s wrong of me??
i don’t know…feel’s complicated…
that’s unfair for someone cause i’m having such a feeling right now…
but i do really out of control for the brain’s turning…
still, i changed the bedsheet that she liked…
yet, the bed is empty…
hence, her breath will never belongs to me anymore…
again, what is love??
again, do ever the world is changing??
n still, i’m hook on the feeling that she gave..
lying on my bed, i’m keeping hooey the story of myself…
pillow becomes the one i talk to…
and the coverlet becomes her temperament…
my bed, oh..my bed…
dream won’t come true…
and mosquitos accompany me finally…
god speed, then unspoken things to tell…
i do ever crazy on you…
the heartfelt,
raymond.
Leave a Reply