sick
miss
that i want fit
ok

hearing u that make me so glad
that so glad that its made me probably mad

where u must be go and fly away
there have uncounted thousand way
the life who is director
I am nightmare
Thinking is your way, no matter
where is my warm….do you know
what your sick
what your fear
what is your fear
Sure….
I am night
The dark I Hold YoU
Do you know, I hold u
But not what’s wrong in past of structure
Who was build my night
Who was put my way
Who was care my dear
Who was wear my mind
The milk is very whitey sometime
At that time, I am sitting behind the light
The moon we are always made white flag without gray
At the moment, my heart is sicking
beating, lazy and hearty

Just look inside my soul
Just looked inside your soul
What we are see and saw
Like as hole of wireless minding

please forget who i am
please forget who is your me
please forget who is nightmare

Please remember “The Milk Is Very Whitey Sometime”