NAPATSORN TREESAP

Sometimes it is hard to believe 
How a charm turns out to be just greed
I set a better alarm, I woke up at the saddest time
I thought I was facing the daytime 
I fought till the end of the new light
I thought I would be just fine
How can I end up parking the car then cry
I’m breaking again 
Against all of the good signs
I kiss the tears again—
This is a bad sign
Traffic becomes a break
Traffic becomes a good time
Weeping, my soul is not here
Weeping, I have no more left to cry
I’m breaking again
I ignored the signs 
Down bad again 
How can I—survive?

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