And now It’s sick to me
Should we be still leave or live
And bring with all mistake behind
Look everyone singing
Singing with their empty eyes
Please guys take the air to breath
Cause we still have to stay in here
There is nothing left to hope for something else
Sometimes i feel the sorrow
Just like the bird fly with their broken wings
We need aid to Alive for each other and
We try to believe
There is nothing left to hope for something else
Wake me on the next day that I will save
Cause that we couldn’t lived of this
This night will be our diary of past away
Setiap hari kita selalu hidup dalam pilihan.. Semua..itu tersaji di hadapan kita.. semua bisa kita mainkan.. semua bisa kita bangun ceritanya.. Kita juga bisa bikin endingnya..
Sabtu, 25 Februari 2012
Diary of Past Away
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