maroon
Here we go again
Writing with another pen
Trying to seek comfort
From your standards I can't afford
Another broken glass,
Another round of cutting grass,
Another malfunctioning bass,
And another love that won't last
My land is growing sprouts
First, I must find their roots
But I always knew the cause
It's because the heart is always pause
Look at my blood
Isn't it sad?
Always writing arts
With this paused heart
But if you can see my blood,
Then, I am glad
I'm not dangerous
Neither gorgeous
But I will be
If you lied to me
I will be there in full Moon
In a place full of haze in maroon
