I , I , I , I like you.

meet me in the middle , it's 3 am and my mind's talking again

If death were to be transitory , wouldn't it be real tiring?

bleeding knuckle and broken trust,

sins will happen if you'd just let me know

somethings just never change

I'll be back at the confession after tonight

dear Lord , g'bye & g'night

hungry for a holiday.