Melted marshmallow,
That's me when I see you here...

When I speak, I use my hypothalamus
Not my Broca's area...

If only I could drop,
This feeling I have inside...

My life is blank and pale
Fill me now with your paint...

Can you touch and kiss my lips?
I long for that coz you never did it...

Every time the cloud kisses the moon,
How I wish you come home soon...

How I wish I could treat you the same
Not the way you treated me the first time I came...

I knew it wasn't right
Saying goodbye that night...

Memories of you, flood back into my head
As I think about your letter that yesterday I read...

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For so many times I acted unwisely...

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Can I ask you what went wrong...

Yes, this is God's Impeccable timing,
For the wounds and bruises healing...