love. what does it truley mean? being in cinta is simpe, anyone can convence themslves they are in love. being in cinta is when anda feel something for one person lebih strongly than anda feel for another. but cinta is something elsa all together. cinta is when anda cant convience yourselve anda cinta someone, but when anda try to leave something tells anda no, stop and think. and when anda do think the reason is blantint. cinta is when anda think your done, done fighting and done lieing, but than it hits anda that without all of that anda wouldnt be the person anda are, and they wouldnt be the one anda love. even if it hurts and anda dont think anda can pindah on one lebih hari with them, anda find yourself woundering what anda would do with out them, anda try to image what it would be like. anda know your in cinta when anda see nothing, because without them anda are nothing. they are the one other person in the world who knows how to cinta and how to hate just the way anda do. they are the person that if anda were in a crowd of people anda woul be able to find them, becasue anda just have that stroge of a connection. cinta is when anda can hate them and still find yourself woundering about them, caring about them, and wanting them back. cinta is when the one anda cinta has the power to make anda stop dead in a rage of anger and make anda think rushanal thoughts. so in the end anyone can BE in love, but in the long run cinta is something all together. anda dont choose it, it chooses you. it takes hold of anda and doesnt let go. it helps your jantung for a while, until it learns how to cinta on its own.
anda sit there and call me names
But anda never try to get to know me.
anda make fun of me 'cause I'm different.
I have white skin,
Dirty blond hair,
Plain brown eyes,
And a slight southern drawl.
But that don't mean
That I don't have feelings
I hurt just like anda do
And even bleed.
So, why all the mean names?
Why do anda treat me
Like something so wrongly different?
Why can't I be one of you?
I never treated anda wrong,
So why do anda hurt me this way?
Did i insult anda in some way?
Say the wrong thing.
'Cause anda treat me as unwanted
But I know I'm not.
So, why do anda treat me like your enemy?
I did nothing to hurt you.
So why?
Why do anda do it?
But anda never try to get to know me.
anda make fun of me 'cause I'm different.
I have white skin,
Dirty blond hair,
Plain brown eyes,
And a slight southern drawl.
But that don't mean
That I don't have feelings
I hurt just like anda do
And even bleed.
So, why all the mean names?
Why do anda treat me
Like something so wrongly different?
Why can't I be one of you?
I never treated anda wrong,
So why do anda hurt me this way?
Did i insult anda in some way?
Say the wrong thing.
'Cause anda treat me as unwanted
But I know I'm not.
So, why do anda treat me like your enemy?
I did nothing to hurt you.
So why?
Why do anda do it?
He leads me
in the paths that are right
anda are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
anda are close beside me with comfort,
anda are guiding my way
anda make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.
They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
anda are lebih than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for anda
And am proud to know anda and call anda friend.
in the paths that are right
anda are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
anda are close beside me with comfort,
anda are guiding my way
anda make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.
They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
anda are lebih than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for anda
And am proud to know anda and call anda friend.