My feelings these days
they are so strange
…they have such a range
Now, I am happy and ecstatic
Then, frightened and frantic...
Now, I dream, hope and desire
Then, all my hopes catch fire...
Now, I want to sing and dance
Then, I just get lost in a trance...
Now, I see all so plain and clear
Then, my vision is blurred oleh a tear...
Now, all I want is to conjugate
Then, I wonder about our fate...
Now, your joy is my only goal
Then, my soul cries for your soul...
My feelings these days
They are so strange
But my cinta for you
…doesn’t change
they are so strange
…they have such a range
Now, I am happy and ecstatic
Then, frightened and frantic...
Now, I dream, hope and desire
Then, all my hopes catch fire...
Now, I want to sing and dance
Then, I just get lost in a trance...
Now, I see all so plain and clear
Then, my vision is blurred oleh a tear...
Now, all I want is to conjugate
Then, I wonder about our fate...
Now, your joy is my only goal
Then, my soul cries for your soul...
My feelings these days
They are so strange
But my cinta for you
…doesn’t change
Dear Self
What if anda don’t wake up tomorrow?
What if this is your last hari on this earth?
What if that two menit conversation anda had with your mother two hours ago, was the last time anda ever spoke to her?
What if anda never ever would hear him laugh, see his smile atau talk to him ever again?
What if anda later this night take your last breath?
What then?
Would anda be proud of the life anda have lived?
Will anda regret something that anda did atau did not say?
Would anda be proud of how people would remember you?
Would anda regret not taking lebih chances, atau not telling him what anda really feel for him?
I see a world of darkness and my hands are shaking..
My legs are numb..
My eyes heavy..
My jantung racing..
Blacking out..
Will pills in my hands..
Hoping that they'll end the pain and I'll sleep forever..
Maybe this will be my last goodbye..
My final breath..
What if anda don’t wake up tomorrow?
What if this is your last hari on this earth?
What if that two menit conversation anda had with your mother two hours ago, was the last time anda ever spoke to her?
What if anda never ever would hear him laugh, see his smile atau talk to him ever again?
What if anda later this night take your last breath?
What then?
Would anda be proud of the life anda have lived?
Will anda regret something that anda did atau did not say?
Would anda be proud of how people would remember you?
Would anda regret not taking lebih chances, atau not telling him what anda really feel for him?
I see a world of darkness and my hands are shaking..
My legs are numb..
My eyes heavy..
My jantung racing..
Blacking out..
Will pills in my hands..
Hoping that they'll end the pain and I'll sleep forever..
Maybe this will be my last goodbye..
My final breath..
In the beginning, that's the word everyone feels whenever they think of someone special.
cinta is the word that brings people happiness.
It gives them life, meaning, hope and faith because one man and one woman, thinks that they're always going to be together.
But in the end, cinta is nothing. Nothing compared to hatred atau hurt. cinta only causes pain to those who want to be loved.
cinta is breaking someone's jantung whenever anda hear that person say, "I don't cinta you."
cinta brings tears to those who are broken.
cinta always has something else with it.
Sometimes it brings pain.
Hurt.
Regret.
Melancholy.
Burdens.
All those things are what cinta has brought. Though some people fight for their love, evillness came raging back until it overwhelmes anda with such force.
It's normal. It's life. It sometimes feels just right.
cinta sometimes comes with a dream, but leaves with a nightmare.
A pain so deep inside of me that no one will ever see,
I take the pain and lock it up and throw away the key..
Because if I take this pain out of the bottle for anda to see,
anda would not know the one anda know because I’m not even me..
The one I was months yang lalu disappeared the night anda left..
My sailing soul was caught ablaze and sunk into the depths..
I smile on the outside but within my hearts in rage..
A beautiful vase filled with poison,
my sadness turns to hate..
The hate that I have,
I hold the closest to my soul..
It is the only thing I have left of you,
it is hate that makes me Joel...
I take the pain and lock it up and throw away the key..
Because if I take this pain out of the bottle for anda to see,
anda would not know the one anda know because I’m not even me..
The one I was months yang lalu disappeared the night anda left..
My sailing soul was caught ablaze and sunk into the depths..
I smile on the outside but within my hearts in rage..
A beautiful vase filled with poison,
my sadness turns to hate..
The hate that I have,
I hold the closest to my soul..
It is the only thing I have left of you,
it is hate that makes me Joel...