march

i can't assume my day has begun.
i was too afraid to be alone.
lisa imelda - empty.

the words now gone,
and we can go back,
we are on our own.

i spell nonsense.
i think i want to be alone.
so please understand,
no more phone

pain came all the way
crying so hard for the sad song

thinking about to give one more shot,
or a one more chance.
i can't see anything.

i just sit and stare
waiting for my eyes
to erase the sad story.

i find it in myself.
i find it in myself.