Sometimes, it just me who wants to be your type, ticking all the boxes you've been dreaming of in a woman
Although I'd never knew what's the girl you genuinely yearn for
Neither read your mind or swim deep into it
the sanctuary like a holy place
It just me who grow my hair long
wearing the dress
and act less intimidating
it just me who act like I could've become
All I want to be is yours
I guess one thing that the pandemic taught
was the only thought that the city will never be the same without you
because the last time before everything happens, there was you
then it left somehow,
somewhere, which never drafting us
and the shadows still
and marks remain undone
and the same trees as your screen
I would just be there, rooting you out
with the same age, similar faces
but time and space
and the dimension we'd never shared
