I'm sitting at my apartment's rooftop and alone in the dark. This is the place where I can find some peace of mind and comfort. The stars shone over me like someone threw a glitters in the sky as they slowly vanished behind the cloud.
A smile tagged at the corner of my lips by the sight of my guitar. This is my priceless possession. My father gave me this when I learned how to sing at my young age.
I tucked my hair behind my ears when the cold air whipped at my face. Crossing my legs, my hand clutched on the guitar as my fingers slowly tapping and moved like they were dancing against the string.
If you ever leave me, baby,
Leave some morphine at my door
'Cause it would take a whole lot of medication
To realize what we used to have,
We don't have it anymore.
Why did i do that? Wh
