A dream.
Your life is never going
to be a dream.
Dreaming of
better days,
you're hoping
that pain will
cinta anda less,
but pain
loves anda more.
You're still
that sad child,
anda have never gotten
away from your past.
Your destiny
is bounded
for their sins.
anda cannot wash yourself,
anda cannot be yourself.
They see you
as their opportunity
to restore
their failures,
but they don't see
that your desires
are being smashed,
your identity is
being erased.
anda don't remember
who that person is,
anda don't dream
anymore,
anda don't rejoice
anymore,
tho you're still
that sad child
trapped within
their misfortune.
They want anda
to play oleh their rules,
all they know is how to
command,
but they don't see you,
they don't feel
the sorrow inside your
empty eyes,
those used to shine.
And you're still
that sad child
full of hope,
crashed oleh unfilled
dreams,
smashed oleh their
bitterness.
And your identity
is being erased,
you're life is fading.
The joy of living
anda don't see,
tho anda still have
your dreams,
anda still want those
better days,
that sad child
still lives inside you.
Your life is never going
to be a dream.
Dreaming of
better days,
you're hoping
that pain will
cinta anda less,
but pain
loves anda more.
You're still
that sad child,
anda have never gotten
away from your past.
Your destiny
is bounded
for their sins.
anda cannot wash yourself,
anda cannot be yourself.
They see you
as their opportunity
to restore
their failures,
but they don't see
that your desires
are being smashed,
your identity is
being erased.
anda don't remember
who that person is,
anda don't dream
anymore,
anda don't rejoice
anymore,
tho you're still
that sad child
trapped within
their misfortune.
They want anda
to play oleh their rules,
all they know is how to
command,
but they don't see you,
they don't feel
the sorrow inside your
empty eyes,
those used to shine.
And you're still
that sad child
full of hope,
crashed oleh unfilled
dreams,
smashed oleh their
bitterness.
And your identity
is being erased,
you're life is fading.
The joy of living
anda don't see,
tho anda still have
your dreams,
anda still want those
better days,
that sad child
still lives inside you.
have anda noticed when anda fall in cinta it feels like your flying? I have. It the most wonderful feeling in the world. But when do anda feel it? Do anda feel it when anda fall in love, atau when anda just are overfilled with joy?
Have anda ever felt it? atau have anda felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that anda have to fly away from it before your cinta hurts you? atau does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what anda think...
Have anda ever felt it? atau have anda felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that anda have to fly away from it before your cinta hurts you? atau does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what anda think...
Give away to the morning
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the hari go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the hari go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...