Nuy Darmadjaja
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read

CUCKOO

You’re my muse

You’re my sunshine

You’re my compass

You're my love

But this fog of expectation keeps blinding my eyes

Is this real?

Was it even ever real?

I don’t know anymore

I’m begging the blue moon for clarity

Is it love or is it pity?

If you aren’t what I think you are

Prove it then

Prove to me why should I believe in you

Why should I be with you

‘Cause I’m going cuckoo here

I’m paralyzed

Don’t know where to go

Tell me where Should I be going

So I can open the right door

Oo I’m going cuckoo

Cuckoo

Like a wingless bird

Free-fallin’ to the ground

Cuckoo

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    Nuy Darmadjaja

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