so there you are
im looking at the moon
probably you too
and we staring at the same thing
knowing that we not gonna be in long distance anymore
must be nice imagining you wrap your arms behind me
and just waiting till sun is up and our time gonna be coming soon
if we spoke more
i think i had write about you less
but part of me still wanting me to desribe about you
because part of me prefers writing that part's easy to confess
because all thing in writing do tend to solemnly swear
are my feelings still felt if they are not so easy to share?
i tried to speak while looking at you
but my eyes bore a hole into the ground
i cant
so my eyes prefer to be blind while i wrote about you
than you buried me with those eyes