we meet and we met

we meet,

all the little things between you and me,

remind me everyday,

we met,

and,

that's it.

Escape

It's kinda like back to the old school time,

facing to my mac typing for nothing.

My heart is sick,

it need to be cured before bleeding fast,

people said that stressfulness make a person stronger,

but i think it just happen contrary on me.

I pray harder and harder to go through all these shits,

I laugh harder and harder to hide myself from every single serious joke,

I work harder and harder to keep myself busy from thinking too much,

I miss harder and harder because missing you is the only way,

to make me feel alive.

I'm trying to hide

Standing on the top of the world, doesn't mean you are the winner. 

The higher you stand, the more possibility you will fall. 

Will you figure it out if I'm trying to hide?