Now and then I think of when we were together Like when anda berkata anda felt so happy anda could die I told myself that anda were right for me But felt so lonely in your company But that was cinta and it's an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness Like resignation to the end, always the end So when we found that we could not make sense Well anda berkata that we would still be friends But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over
But anda didn't have to cut me off Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing I don't even need your love, but anda treat me like a...
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