Happy for you

i guess your happy now

gotta end this fantasy somehow,

i'll be better than you

and happier than you do

wish that i am that someone

who draw that smile and erase it when im gone,

but faith doesn't have a pen nor a paper

that you can change everything with an eraser

i am happy for you, i guess?

coz with me you got mess

but memories of you and me; now a stain

to my shirt that it will never retain its color again

to stay bitter; makes life cruel

to be happy; makes you younger