No Past Land

Typing the first word to you just like dejavu

and foolishly why do I did it again?

nothing's new on the same track

and you

you still naked and watch me with your James Dean glossy eyes

and I, I stare at you with my Anna Wintour smile

You just like my mirror
show me what I've done
in my past time
and now I dont stand on the same track anymore
I'm in the Future
and There's no past land 

at this moment, at this time

This will be the last word for you