I like the sense of predicting and controlling,
thats what i have learned as getting older.
Controlling my emotional was the hardest part,
But somehow I have managed to conquer.
My control of emotion seems to fade away,
Once the face of yours slip into my world.
Please my dear, please stay low,
Don’t let me find you in my world.
Cause if I saw you one more time,
I will never let you go.