So tell me when you hear my heart stop, you’re the only one that knows.
Tell me when you hear my silence, there’s a possibility I wouldn’t know.
So tell me when my sigh’s over, you’re the reason why I’m closed.
Tell me when you hear me falling, there’s a possibility it wouldn’t show.
You always found the soul that was lost out of me,
while i struggle in murky denial and yearn for some comfort to earn.
I’ve learnt that there’s no never too late,
meals that are left cold on the table for too long will never taste the same
until you heat up them again.
Tonight, last night i was served with laughter and eagerness,
but i was swallowed in self sympathy and been burning bridges.
But i will keep on working, because there is still a chance for me to pay,
for i believe in myself and your belief in me.