How can i even describe because nowadays it’s hard to say
That everything goes well
In an ordinary way
'Cause still, there’s a missing part
That grinds my gears every day
The absence of the one who gives
And the absence of the one who takes Wounded by the arrow
Oh, i wish i could be but Amor, my friend
You always miss your target
Even you’re in front of me Spending years to fill it up To fill up the empty space
I want to make something to make myself useful but they make me feel like a human waste
The rooftop upon our home
Keeps the water away from my head
And even if i didn’t get soaked
I sill feel like i’m wet
All over my body, and everything I wanna know how does it feel to be loved
I wanna know how does it feel to be honored
And i never gonna give up hope
'Cause that’s what makes me who I am today Maybe it won’t be tomorrow but i’m
almost happy here
I’m almost happy here
I almost found my place to stay
I’m almost happy here but there will be always something
That i will always miss