Kamis, 19 November 2009

conversation with my 13 years olf self -Pink

Conversations with my thirteen year old self
Conversations with my thirteen year old self

You're angry
I know this
The world couldn't care less
You're lonely
I feel this
And you wish you were the best
No teachers
Or guidance
And you always walk alone
You're crying
At night when
Nobody else is home

Come over here and let me hold your hand and hug you darling
I promise you that it won't always feel this bad
There are so many things I want to say to you
You're the girl I used to be
You little heartbroken thirteen year old me

You're laughing
But you're hiding
God I know that trick too well
You forget
That I've been you
And now I'm just the shell
I promise
I love you and
Everything will work out fine
Don't try to
Grow up yet
Oh just give it some time

The pain you feel is real you're not asleep but it's a nightmare
But you can wake up anytime
Oh don't lose your passion or the fighter that's inside of you
You're the girl I used to be
The pissed off complicated thirteen year old me

Conversations with my thirteen year old self
Conversations with my thirteen year old self

Until we meet again
Oh I wish you well oh
I wish you well
Little girl
Until we meet again
Oh
I wish you well
Little girl
I wish you well
Until we meet again
My little thirteen year old me


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i found this song among all songs in my ipod. n it's really touching.... 

Rabu, 18 November 2009

Jesus.... can You hear my whisper ?

everytime. i ust.. duno.. it's complicated to say Jesus.. there's many things i cant handle w/ myself.. not only college..my job..my life..my feelings.. this year is a very complicated year Jesus.. next month is your birthday.. uh Jesus.. please don't leave us.. i can't explain w/ human words.. bu i believe You are understand

Jumat, 06 November 2009

jump and fly

it's a new day after rain

the day when i step back just like century ago

the day when i walk facing the sun with wind blowing my hair

this feeling the strange to back then


it's a day after tomorow 

when the story end

let us create new story each

walking in path to heaven by own feet


it can't see the sun but shine keeps glare

dazzled the sky where i dream about

fly, dance, freedom

throw away hubhu things inside my head


it's a new day when i scream and jump

forget those fucking fool things and start a new day

wash this bloody hand clean out the pain

coz i need .... to fly away

A particle that named...

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