This Willing of Crying

I wish I know who you are,
I’m not ready? So bad,
How can I get to you?
I light a cigarette, blow the smoke up
To the sky blue,
Wear, It does not stop
Raining all over my face,
And I look out side the window,
The water dripping on the glass
Leaving me without a trace.

And the moon, is so shiny to night,
I wonder which is the way,
Within me, there’s a battler, a fight,
But my eyes, surrounded by a half moon shade,
And the Sun again, brings another day.

Once upon a time, people just love for real,
You walk around, and I look at You, why so much fear?
why I don’t know your name, so I call You my dear.
is it because, your love life, has not been clear?
Or your heart has closed the door for ever sealed.

Hello, I’m not an angel, but I’m no a devil,
Wake up, I have meat, bone, and heart,
Being rejected, so glad from evil,
I draw you while you walk, every part,
Without missing, fulfill,
Pollock, I swear he was not mentally heal,
I know I’m not, Is this art?

I see you face, the willing of crying
Why? The city has not notice you,
The bus, take you everyday,
While all friends dying, I give my life for
Happiness and I have a common sign that I want
to talk to you about  and is this willing of crying.
The same you feel, when every goes,
And

We

stay

alone.

SENA