I thought things would be better.
Why people gets heartbroken?
Why we need to get hurt so that we can grown up?
Why we still need to smile when we're not alright?
Is it okay to cry out loud in front of you?
Is it okay to hug you tightly?
Is it okay for you to touch my head and kiss my forehead?
I just need someone.
Maybe I need my parents,
Maybe I need my sister and brother,
Maybe I need my friends,
Maybe I need a lover.
To tell me,
"You gonna be okay with me"
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