Look At It From Above

I see dreams   every night

They are always the same

I don't know why

I have feelings   hard to describe

I always stop my pen

I don't have good words

I think we are about at right place

I need to leave  against my will

I work so hard  to follow my will

I can't be wiser   than this

All words seem to have lost their meanings

It's not fair, I repeated

I can't spare, you mumbled

How many strings we've given up so far?

A little bit sensitive

I don't know how to deal with the night    without some moans

You are the one I want to hold so tight    being ordinary

Tears do not suit us, swear instead

We are the best for sure, rare indeed

I just.....