November 27, 2008

Crazy



If my brain is washable

And choosing its memories freely is able

I’m sure I wouldn’t got unstable


If time can really be an eraser

Or the memories can be removed by a cutter

Everything will be so much better


You should’ve never come

and treated me so warm

Coz I’m the one who got that harm


Coz you’re gone steadily

Alone to the eternity

Left me here hopelessly


Crazy


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