NAPATSORN TREESAP

No, I can’t let you away
No, I don’t know what to do
You drive me so insane 
When we just met on April 9
This train seems to get so quiet 
I got only you in mine
I knew you like my favourite wine
No, don’t let me feel blue
We can play games on this avenue
Turn the light on
Turn the music on
I’ll be right here next to you
Open the door
Sing our Nursery Blues
Or we will sit on the floor 
Singing your Linkin Park and so on 
Or we just keep silent in the garden of your dawn
No, I can’t stop water this long await spot 
From 4 til 5, I cared that you will be scared to the doom
I said we should take a tour to your moon
Long seeing your curious eyes
Wait for me in the dark 
I will pick you up and said we survive
But we just called it quit
At the shittiest worst June 9
Oh mine— what has to do with 9 
When I’m crying at the back of your door
I don’t want to call it quit
Still longing to buy time you’re mine
Or should I bribe the fate upper the sky?
Or should I buy time 
And go back to your Edinburgh night?
Sink it deep down to the town and prison you out 
A cage where I could keep you
No, I don’t want you to be just friends
I hate when we call it mate
I don’t know what I’m going through
I don’t know even who
Will bring me back to life
I travel too far gone 
Worst taste of crazy torn
I turned myself into prawn 
Dancing along your teary town
Now I have to deal with fate 
No, I can’t accept it yet
I don’t wanna see you fade
With seasonal weather
I long to see you forever
Even in the next 100th April 9

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