My Life
Eat
Sleep
Repeat
Don't feel
Don’t love
Those bring pain
Don’t feel, don’t cinta they say
Pain comes, and pain is feared
But I already feel pain
cinta is Like a Butterfly
I heard a saying once.
That cinta is like a butterfly.
Hold it too close and you'll crush it.
Hold it too lose and it'll fly away.
I have lost my cinta this way.
If only I knew about it before.
But things happen for a reason.
That philosophy will never change.
My cinta is still out there.
So I will take my net and catch him.
Even if it takes,
One hundred years.
Empty
Can't Feel
Can't Love
Can't Cry
Can't Sing
Can't Speak
Can't Touch
When You've Been Hurt So Bad,
anda don't feel at all.
Blackness
What eats away space?
What makes anda think of pain?
What takes place of light?
What always takes place of fights?
What makes people cry?
What is a mark of death?
Dark I say.
Blackness
Eat
Sleep
Repeat
Don't feel
Don’t love
Those bring pain
Don’t feel, don’t cinta they say
Pain comes, and pain is feared
But I already feel pain
cinta is Like a Butterfly
I heard a saying once.
That cinta is like a butterfly.
Hold it too close and you'll crush it.
Hold it too lose and it'll fly away.
I have lost my cinta this way.
If only I knew about it before.
But things happen for a reason.
That philosophy will never change.
My cinta is still out there.
So I will take my net and catch him.
Even if it takes,
One hundred years.
Empty
Can't Feel
Can't Love
Can't Cry
Can't Sing
Can't Speak
Can't Touch
When You've Been Hurt So Bad,
anda don't feel at all.
Blackness
What eats away space?
What makes anda think of pain?
What takes place of light?
What always takes place of fights?
What makes people cry?
What is a mark of death?
Dark I say.
Blackness