Sometimes I need you
just to show me that love is still pure and true
I don’t expect our story to be just another running cliché
I bet each of us have different strategies to play
Sometimes I need my solitude
although they tell me it’s no good
How will I ever get to know you?
If you have no respect for my privacy, then there isn’t much I want to do
They can say I’m crazy
but they just don’t want to see
It’s not that simple
There’s this real fear for any potential troubles:
How do I know that you’re safe enough for me?
I may not be anyone’s ideal beauty,
but I believe that I am worthy
How will I know you won’t clip my wings and treat me like a property?
Sometimes I’m afraid
I’m not going to lie to you; my thoughts are dark and full of dread
Will you put up with the darkest side of me
or will you run off for your life and sanity?
Sometimes I do
Sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I do what you won’t
and I believe it’s vice versa too
Can we be more than just ‘sometimes’
or am I expecting way too much?
(Jakarta, 31/5/2016 – 7:35 pm)