Ctrl+Z. Ctrl+Me.

"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.

I just wanna be part of your symphony.

"It's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then."

— Lewis Carroll.


It felt like a prank being played.
It felt like a merry-go-round.

End of the day
only one thing was realised.

It could feel like anything.
It could feel like anything we wanted it to be.

But yet you chose to make it seem like a fairytale,
and I choose to view it like a fantasy turned real.


The only difference was that it began involve feelings.
The other difference was that it began to hurt.

But yet again you chose to disappear,
and I choose to become better.


Well, don't you sit in front of me 
and wait for me to talk.
You can call me up.
Phone works both ways, you know.


Healing was one of the hardest things to do;
it felt almost impossible.

Eating was one of the hardest things to do;
it was beyond the pain to be swallowed.

Waking up was one of the hardest things to do;
it seemed like the morning sun ceased to exist.

Breathing was one of the hardest things to do;
it held asphyxiation in the lungs so close to the heart.


Taking a breather became depressing after awhile,
it was so hard to focus on taking slow breaths;
Especially when suffocation felt so tempting,
and I was holding on to a life that I didn't deserve.

I deserved pain, hurt, agony, and suffering;
at least that was what I was made to believe.

Taking a breather became enlightening after awhile,
it was so hard to accept how fragility has caused insanity;
Especially when anger felt so energy-consuming,
and I hated how I was shouted at for what I didn't deserve.

I didn't deserve all that displacement and bullying;
at least that is what I choose to stand up for.


To those of you in which I choose
to always be the closest to,
Something that you need to know.
Loving me is not a joke.


The heart has been broken,
but the self-pity party is over.

The heart has been mended,
and I only realised one thing.

It could feel like anything we wanted it to.

And I'm ready as I ever was.


I'm sorry if it's all too much.
Every day you're here, I'm healing.
And I was running out of luck.
I never thought I'd find this feeling.
'Cause I've been hearing symphonies.
Before all I heard was silence.
A rhapsody for you and me.
And every melody is timeless.



Will you hold me tight and not let go?
Symphony like a love song on the radio.


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