To the one I wrote 12 compositions for and about,
Here I am again,
Still writing the 13th one
For and about you.
I wonder when will this disease end?
Or will it ever end?
Though sometimes,
I dream of not ending it...
I dream of not ending you...
I dream of not ending us...
Then I wake up.
I must.
I have to stop this self-inflicting virus I got
Just by looking through your eyes for the first time.
The question is,
How?
How do I find the way out from this dark tunnel?
You are the tunnel
However, I also see you as my light.
The one who does not lead me out,
But drives me further into the darkness
Why are you so hard to escape from?
When we only dated once.
Just once.
But that night never left me.
The memory feels like it happened last night.
It kept banging and messing with my head,
Like a hang over kept aching,
Laughing at me,
Shouting I will never get to the second date.
If only I could turn back the time,
If only I knew it was the day I'll enter the burrow,
Disguised as a beautiful creature,
I would call in sick to the office
On that lazy day.
I would skip getting my hot drink
On that cold morning.
I would close my eyes
On that split second I first saw you.
I would do anything and everything
Just to avoid falling,
And getting trapped
In this predicament I'm in.
I wonder when will sad love songs
Stop whispering your name?
I wonder when will chilled beers
Stop reminding me of your cold heart?
I wonder when will everything about you
Stop running in my mind?
Yes, baby
I still write about you,
Even if I don't want to.
Yes, baby
I still think of you
Even if I don't want to.
Yes, baby
I still hurt because of you
Even if I don't want to.
Yes, baby
I still love you
Even if I don't want to.
To the one I wrote 13 compositions for and about,
I pray that number is going to be the last.