The Bus

It was warm, it was Humid, it was uncomfortable, awkward, you was there right back to my seat, i just had the feeling to jump out of there, not because of you.. just because of me

I know i was childish perhaps immature, kind of stupid, but what i know that i still shake my bones a little for you, because of your look, your smile even though it was along time ago

I can not fix what i've done , i can not redo, rewind, rebuild my words, i know it might hurt but i never meant to ..