How many of anda people out there
Been hurt in some kind of cinta affair
And how many times do anda swear that you'll never cinta again?
How many lonely, sleepless nights
How many lies, how many fights
And why would anda want to put yourself through all that again?
"Love is pain," I hear anda say
Love has a cruel and pahit way
Of paying anda back for all the faith anda ever had in your brain
How could it be that what anda need the most
Can leave anda feeling just like a ghost?
You never want to feel so sad and lost again
One hari anda could be looking
Through an old book in rainy weather
You see a picture of her smiling...
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