If I would have a name
It would be something to do with you
Something I could remember
About that single smile and your soft skin
Your presence is an addiction
In a cafe with a half burnt cigarette
And a glass of juice
I wrote myself a sad story
A story about love that never meant to be
A story not about a boy loves girl
A story about a boy loves boy
In the morning that I woke up
I never been so happy
Everyday starts with a smile and ends with tears
Some love are never meant to be
Yet I tied my courage onto a string
Have you ever feel that something is right
But everything seems so wrong
When your mind is ravished
But your body is dying
When rotting in hell
Is so much better than living
When something you fight for
Worth absolutely nothing in the long run
Even when I run, to smoking or even drinking
Or maybe something unfavorable to mention
It taste no better than your smile
When bitterness is in siege
And when I feel no pain
Just illusions when eyes are closed
Devastated but can’t escape
Like a gallery with no paintings
When talking to friend doesn't help
Even when I cried down to my knees
Even when their shoulder is covered with tears
When I cut my veins and bleed to save myself
When my eyes are red not with tears
But just by the ought of thinking about you
When you see somebody happy
But see yourself swimming in mid-air
When adolescent is the word to describe
The feeling of agony & misfits
Maybe I am a misfit, a trash society created
Don’t blame me. Society killed teenagers
Sex and drugs is nothing rare
We just hide from the sunlight
Like a vampire in the 70’s
Teenagers are teenagers, and I’m just a boy with no name
