NAPATSORN TREESAP

Come on, hunter— an arrow is just a step away
Come home, loser— you scratched your nails 
Then drink a poison of living
Isn’t it weird or just a rhythm of manifesting?

I killed myself die, but why I still alive in the doorway?
Don’t have to pray, you’re the magic of the true crime
I crossed the dreams of the believers 
Being a saint who admitted a crime

I hold on the highest hope, I coat on the saddest time
I kiss all of the love, I break all of the maddest charm
Keep making me blamed, keep making me blinded 
Keep making me insane, keep making me cry

A homeless, a heartless, a soulless solitude
I got one left to lose, I got one left to choose
A fragile heart trying to cope with all of the mood
A fragile heart that loses all of the good one

 © 2025 Napatsorn Treesap