That flow that is running in my veins, I can feel it. I am at the stage where there's no need to prove anything through clothes, and it's nowhere to be found. Yeah, you can see me with hideous garments, messy hair, drunk manners, and outrageous talk, then tell me that all these need changing. But baby, I got nothing to prove anymore.
God's sake, I can't put my mind to work when I love you. The system is not working, and suddenly I've become open-minded . The age gap just DOES NOT MATTER. And if there's any problem that you're blaming yourself for, just remember that you blocked my ability to THINK CLEAR , and that's your ONLY FAULT.