The Coke light, Caesar's salad and cuts. I..

cried knowing that the clock strucks 12.
dismay to see no glows on my palm.

i dread to fall asleep, to meet you in my dreams.

thought i could cope with it like how i used to say, nonetheless, tough times.

should have known, flying off this time, it's the end of a beautiful dream.

guess it's time to pick up the broken pieces, unshed those weeps, and back to being a loner.

the only thing left i have of you.