most of the times at night
but someday when i was left all alone
in my bedroom
i spend most of my time in my life
sitting at my study table
write, write, tryna find some inspiration
tryna find something
that represent myself
till i got lost
again and again
i spend most of my time in my life
laying down in my bedroom
looking through the windows
looking through the white ceiling
up there
looking through the skies and clouds
that was beautifully created by Him
outside
outside from my ability to catch it
i spend most of time in my life
wondering, wondering if i could change
the way i live my life, earlier
if i got the chance to do so
wondering where it went wrong
wondering how could i make it right
wondering if i have the guts to ask
to ask why
to ask how
wondering why i grew up with that fear
that makes me turn up like this
wondering why i do not create the chance myself
and then i realize, i was too young and dumb
i was following my emotions rather than thinking
in a rational way
i was too afraid of my surrounding
i was all alone
i was a someone who spend most of my time all alone
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