I'm getting older, but i'm staying younger,
And i would like explain and talk a lot.
But i remembering about a strict reminder:
It says "stay silent, that's just all you got".
I wanted to pretend, to be the "real".
I wanted to exist and just for you.
I know, i am not about your "ideal".
I'm writing poetry in black notebook, that's true.
And everything became a greatest secret,
Which everyone pretend not know about.
What'll happen next? The truth. That's all i needed.
Nothing will happend. I am have no doubt.
Just live your life the way you used before me.
Well, really, you don't even have to look.
Forget that time i said "i am yours", ignore me.
Forget the nonsense there about notebook.