Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
You complain about my hair
You make me want to swear
or the chubbiness in my cheeks
which somehow gives you the creeps
Then you go on with my nose
Don’ get me wrong
I let you do as you blab on
exposing more of you
You don’t know me,
but that’s okay
When you're gone
I wish for another day with you
Impossible but it's true
No one is ever ready for such news
It’s one hell of a scary piece of art.
It’s not about being rude for the sake of it.
It’s showing the face behind the mask,
no make-up but scars.
Let’s see who sticks around,
I had the strangest, most vivid dream.
I heard your voice, faintly somewhere in the distance,
yet my phone was still off and charging.
Was it my imagination?
Was my mind playing tricks on me again?
I'm denying my natural rights to fall apart
This world always demands a fight
with all my might
I don't always know
the next levels I should go
Is it difficult for you
to criticise the person
despite their outer appearance
or even origin?
Yeah, speaking from experiences
Questions with questions
That’s how you answer
Not much you mention,
‘though you’re such talkers
How to expect you to understand,
Let's be honest
You're aching for a paradise
not this wretched world
where we all stand on this dying earth
Oh, how we long for you to be
returning home, still healthy
after having sailed away
leaving us waiting by the bay.
The vast ocean hasn’t shown
I try not to experience
your loss and sadness
as everyone moved on,
or away, not staying long.
Too many statements
Welcome to reality
Again, this is how you're supposed to be
No more stupid sentimentality
It only makes you one weakling, cry-baby
They say speaking up is important
