The Bad: Problems
I always run and hide,
even right now,
I still want to run and hide, again
The problems are beyond the thoughts and limitless
I wouldn't looking for unsure things
If there's a river afront, I might feel I would jump when I actually wouldn't
and later on I might be drowning
I wouldn't compare with somebody here
I only want to face all of this nightmares and daydreams
I'm sure I'm worth enough to feel at ease
though not today, but tomorrow
I will, right?
I'd love that I might forget all about the bad and remembering the good parts only.
When I'm at ease,
I'll call your name
Then I'll tell you all of the good
When I'm at ease,
I'll call you, one more time.
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