A sheet of skins that cover me,

warm like you holding me,

whether you are not here

my skin seem to be a little cold,

that comfort of every little details,

not their anymore,

hold me tight before i lose you,

cold is not what i choices,

love for the blanket is what i choices,

we are in two different world,

so our trust may be far too,

dealing long distances to me,

doesn't hurt me as you leaving me of trust and love,

those two words don’t hurt me

but that blanket you gave me hurts me more,

It's scary to have that kept,

Scare of seeing memory about pass that already

going to end,

I go away but it show me a way to see,

Its pains show inside, then it struggle is outside with making

anymore mistakes.