Hari berjalan sangat lambat..
Semua ini membuat aku bosan
Layaknya tong sampah kosong
Hampa dan tak berguna,
Kenapa ini?
Ada apa?
Apa yang salah dengan hidupku
Kenpa aku selalu merasa ada yang kurang
Menjalani rutinitas ini,
Hampir membunuhku
Aku sudah bosan
Jenuh dan hilang arah..
Aku tidak mengenali diriku lagi
Cermin pun tak mau lagi menegurku
Kenapa semua orang diam
Apa yang harus aku perbuat
Kalau kalian semua begini
Adakah yang mau mengerti
Dan tolong jelaskan apa yang sedang terjadi
Aku seperti sedang terombang-ambing di laut lepas
Entah kemana..
Aku seperti rumput terbakar matahari
Tinggal sedepa menuju abu jerabu
Aku hanya bosan
Dan tak seorangpun mau menemaniku
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Kamis, 16 Juni 2011
Jumat, 03 Juni 2011
Nothing
I could be nothing
But it’s true
I’m nothing
Nothing….
Beside, everybody hates me
Everybody
Treat me like a doll
I’m nothing..
Even to see your voice
Could I see your voice?
Did you ever seen me like a human?
I did everything
Just for made you happier
But I’m still nothing
I just pretending
That in the next day, someone will save me from my self.
And tell me that I’m not a doll
And tell me that he would never get boring with me
And tell me that he will accept me like who I am
And tell me that he doesn’t care even I was a broken porceline
Even I was broke inside and outside,
Someone…
That would like to take care of me
Even I was not pure girl anymore..
Someone…
I just pretending…to find him
But, he is not exist. He just my imagination..
Pretending…
But it’s true
I’m nothing
Nothing….
Beside, everybody hates me
Everybody
Treat me like a doll
I’m nothing..
Even to see your voice
Could I see your voice?
Did you ever seen me like a human?
I did everything
Just for made you happier
But I’m still nothing
I just pretending
That in the next day, someone will save me from my self.
And tell me that I’m not a doll
And tell me that he would never get boring with me
And tell me that he will accept me like who I am
And tell me that he doesn’t care even I was a broken porceline
Even I was broke inside and outside,
Someone…
That would like to take care of me
Even I was not pure girl anymore..
Someone…
I just pretending…to find him
But, he is not exist. He just my imagination..
Pretending…
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