The end of august.
You finally see this world for the first time,
You made your debut in newspapers,
You gather with two other baby
For being independence day child.
The end of august.
The day where you always change your age.
Looking back its not like the same,
Every year there's gonna be some changing,
Some people leave, but some may watching you from a far.
Only if you knew that you are precious,
You wouldn't doubt people.
You have this side that make people comfortable,
You have a charm that make people want to stay,
Its not your fault that they leave.
Only if you knew that you are precious,
There's a lot of people care for you,
There's a lot of people loved you,
There's a lot of people adore you,
That is because you deserve it.
You made to your twenty.
A lot of things happen to you, as you grow older
You've been in your lowest time alone,
Wanting help but hard to ask,
Is it because you don't want to be their burden?
You made to your twenty.
One pet keep distance and other pet with their things,
You saw the small gap between us getting larger,
Communication is the key, but it never work with others
Now you can see the effects, and leave in question.
Don't blame yourself because they leave.
You are important to some people without you knowing,
Some people just don't know how to show,
Some people leave for you to be safe,
Because they know they will hurt you without realizing it.
Don't blame yourself because they leave.
The end of august.
You made to your twenty.
Only if you knew that you are precious.
You wouldn't feeling that kind of way.
