It’s kind of hard not to miss Singapore,
It’s kind of hard not to abhor china,
It's been 12 days since I step on Singapore soil,

A dream I was missing,
I were so scared,
No one would listen,
Because they never cared,

I dream that I was reaching Singapore,
Seeing the blue clear skies and the flag flying high,
But waking up to see the cold white wall of the apartment,
Just spoil my dream of me falling off my bed,
Landing hard on the parquet flooring of my house,
I been waiting for the chance to go back,
Another 30 long days and night and I would be back,
I’m tired of being something I’m not,
Maybe someday I would not complete 10 month long commitment,
Maybe,

I hate waking up to poker face playing loud and clear in the background,
I wish I was never brought to this place,
About the things that matter,
About the things that make me feels alive,
Maybe it’s just me,
I was wasting all my mind thinking,
It's would feels much better on day 42,
It’s would feels perfect waiting on the platform again,