Try to be what i cannot be, 
cant believe the gap between the imaginery and real me.
Shame it's still the way i used to be, 
crying begging wishing even just once you can lean on me.
Those wrong words seems to be moody,
telling you my dead expectation of getting your kiss.
Day dreams they often made me smiling,
some slight fantasizes will always do the creaming.
I was used by carelessness,
I am feeling blue and my mind isnt blinking.
The underneath is where i am heading to, 
wrecked ships and centuries old porcelain dish.
Shall i remember your laughter,
I dont know if i could tell you that I still believe....
The divinely love.