Life | Love | Time To Fly

i always think that i have found my other hand to share
but every time i hold your hand,
it slowly came to mind..
is this hand really belongs to me?


the fright that give me chills every time i sleep
feelings that i can't hold inside,
the thought of you letting me go on just that;
why does your hand felt so temporary on mine?


let mine go if you just wanted my hand to play
loose me from your embrace if you just wanted warmth on those chilly days
unattached my heart from your affection if you just wanted to catch


stop here,
before it’s too late
stop here,
because I don’t want any regrets