With the shattered cries and defeated pride?
Remember the broken hearts; the many secrets,
And the agonizing pain they try to hide?
It's funny how they're looked down upon;
How much they get yelled at for not letting go.
And what's even lebih amusing is that I do that now,
When I used to be one of those.
Those little girls with the made-up smiles,
Looking meneruskan, ke depan to nothing but a fairy tale demise.
Walking around hopeful, with such naivety,
Just to end up with a loved one to despise.
Broken down and tainted; unwilling to cinta again,
Staggering in agony and drowning in lost hope.
Trying so hard to find the path they've lost,
Attempting with all energy left to cope.
And though I still sit among lost memories,
I've open myself and done what those girls can't.
To slowly reveal the jantung inside of me,
And accept the cinta of another man.
