I know deep down your heart you feel I wronged you, maybe I never came back to say the soft words in good time,
Maybe I was held up somewhere, probably between two cold surfaces, eating my thoughts, for countless months,
Maybe you never forgave me that time i refused to “sit-on-board? that time when I was a slippery teenager?
Or when was that? Is it when I came with a stranger in your own hideout? It was my first time in this city, you know what happens when you’re new here,

Or is it when that yellow girl I courted came knocking on an exuberant manner, but I promised you to leave the past, for you, Or did I ever wrong you for walking out of that “Disney Land” for a cold night in the bushes, I was dying inside, drowning, I’m sorry, Or is it cos of the whole love triangle, that involved a famous character, now, the petite parrot bird and the yellow one from abroad? The first ever bird to see my lineage,

I have a heart of loving so the birds swayed me away, love is an underrated way of dying, sleeping off,But I came right away to whisper the hard word, “I was sorry, it won’t happen again?or do I write in a spirit felt pen? That it’s hard to rub it off the wall? Or is it when the vocalist managed to score a hat trick but on the side I was still tiptoeing around?I’m sorry I was still figuring out about this life, I was yet to find my passion fruit, to eat the seeds out of it, one by one,

Where is the road? Where is it we parted not to ever meet again? Or is it words, this tongue can burn a nation, Or did the old hen at the corner of your palace, rub garlic on my back? I’m not surprised either, they almost sent me to an early grave, that high seat was mistakenly taken to regular, it wasn’t comfy, at all. Anyway, you know they targeted you cos they knew I adored you, let’s live well my person, we’re here just for a time, the bell shall ring and we shall leave this rented world.