its seems like you're going that way,
not to me..
maybe I'm not your way.
When I say these words,
does it means anything to you..
my dear.
Or it pass by just like the wind,
not even try to knowing me at my best.
In the garden of beautiful flowers,
there's so much colour,
it's my garden of life...
I pick a flower,
starting to count if you are mine,
but I knew..
it's not me in your dreams.
Have you ever wonder,
me either..
Just a simple word that I need,
thank you...
for being a while with me.
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