Just A Trash Can

and what I’m thinking now. the clock tickling. the television flaming. in my dream, i saw you in plane flying.

and what I’m thinking now. my brain is an empty space. my heart is a hollow area. in front of me, you saying goodbye.

maybe I’m just a trash can. after you left me, nothing that I can. even didn’t know what is me.

maybe I’m just a trash can. dirty but still keeping the garbage. don’t let them out. because outside will be harsh.

I’m just a trash can. all I do is playing but you do is learning.