after you left.

i've been standing so tall,

but i was thinking way over my head.

standing so tall,

yet i feel small.

then upon i ponder without you i wouldn't be here.

i know what i did was wrong.

it was not as what you want,

i guess.

but still this is the best that i could ever do.

i dont want people to think that you're a failure,

the legacy will be paint as in the picture.

but i am glad, you have thought me how to be man.

father, i miss you. i really miss you.

and here i am lingering this Earth,

looking for the right one.

to still move on.

dear father,

i miss your presence,

i miss you voice, your thoughts, your jokes, your nag.

i miss you, father.

your son misses you.

- he says.

it's cool.

it is good to have some one who clicks with you.

they understand you, as they also feel the same.

- he says.

let the light shine.

during that morning,

you gave me this look.

as i chewed it with my eyes and mind,

all the things i dont know what's going through your mind,

all i want to say is thank you.

for holding on to me,

as i felt appreciated,

as i appreciate you more,

there's no appropriate word i can say,

how much i am thankful for you.

i just told you i love you so,

but you never knew that i have wanted you for more.

so please keep on holding my hand.

i know you're the one.

- he says.

all i see will say.

through other's eyes,

i survived.

all i ever i breathed is all for me.

all of me,

is all for you,

and of my own,

i cherish.

staring into the night,

with this victorious return,

as i walked through vanity.

through every second i walked these paths without you.

and all i see is me.

what i've been through,

what i've survived in,

all these breath,

all of these love,

is the road i chose,

for the street avenue that will lead me to you.

- he says.

i'd rather be with you.

sitting here, typing in the dark.

without my glasses.

state of grace.. 

i never saw you coming,

i never pleaded to say goodbye.

it has been a while, but the difference between wrong and right.

we dont care how much they are offering.

- he says.

i need a mental holiday.

and when no one knows my name.

and in the atmosphere is humidity.

everything has changed.

- he says.

something of me still plays a part on you?

calmingly, the acknowledgement is good.

- he says.

tell me,

what are you running from?

may i interfere?

where are you running to?

is the sound made by the piano moves you?

or basically the hit on the kick bass turns you up?

save, publish, preview, close it.

silently scream to yourself in the mirror.

do they really know you?

maybe they do.

you love yourself in your own way.

you suffering, loudly.

living it up.

brace yourself,

the shelter is coming.

as the way of making you sway will may be appear.

- he says.