broken dream

so many people around me,
beautiful faces and personality,
but when I look at you, a deja vu I see,
it's like forever definitely.

I saw people come and leave,
but still I'm waiting for you to sit,
beside me and say maybe we're fit,
oh what a dream, I'm trying to reach.

as I sit along the nippa hut,
as time past by my eyes is trying to spot,
the face I saw in that block,
but there's no more you, I guess I'm stock.

E1

we sit together, there's four of us,
we talk about Hillary duff,
just like kinder on the top,
of Zen garden and were stock.

time passed by and words goes out,
we sing, we clap, and strike the spot,
the beauty of green along the hut,
it's something to remember for a simple brat.

i know they're not a crap,
ooh! definitely not,
they're like death setting the trap
i do appreciate them and so our path.