Tinkering on the ebony
Inspiring with the ivory
Letting me hear the words so crisps
Makes me realise they are so
Simple
Yet meaningful
I know not what's going on
Although the ill-feelings gotten strong
Drifting away to another place
While she fail to find her ways
Assurance from this half of the deed
Is not enough for others she seek
If this is not as strong as thought
Please let it go and not let me rot
Wake up baby
Smell the stench
As layers of blue masks
Take you on THAT bus
Go waste your waking hours away
I want to go.. that is my place
Wandering wandering
What has gone so wrong
That it makes her heart long
Wandering wandering
I thought I got it right
Trusting her with all my might
Wondering wondering
Its such an amazement
Why I'm her amusement
Wondering wondering
Drop me down into the zone
Ignore me forever, bin that phone
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