You turn your head and crying.
I hate you being like this, that’s why I’m crying too.
I’m missing you, missing you so much that I’m hurt.
Hope you’ll be happy with my love even if I’m dead.
Turn your head if you’re tired, I’ll be there.
Because I left your tears behind.
I left you first because I don’t want to see you alone.
Since now I can’t love you anymore.
I’m missing you so much that I’m hurt.
I hope you’ll be happy with my love even if I’m dead.
I hope you’ll be happy. I hope you’ll be happy.
Selasa, 06 Oktober 2015
Senin, 05 Oktober 2015
Minggu, 04 Oktober 2015
Suddenly, she ask me a very simple question.
H: "Are you happy?"
R: I don't really know how I should answer.
Do I have to lie or tell the truth about it.
"I think I'm happy, I should be. I have everything that I want."
"I don't have to struggle a lot in this poorly world."
H: "The way you say it, it seem you're not happy."
R: "Maybe. I don't know I'm in a paradox."
Apparently I'm also a human, they always feel that almost is never enough.
alrahe
Kamis, 01 Oktober 2015
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