But still, when the nights creeping upon the world, swallowing the lights unto the darkness, it kills the mood to write about all the happiness that once, coloured the life in the morning.
Which heart doesn’t get lonely?
I’m calculating what’s left inside..
When everything I left were my life and my dreams..
And every time you were proud of what, you’re not..
This is the truth and it’ll be a history
And the memories will be playing wild to ring under the head. The destruction that it brings, the sorrow that it sow, the anger that still grow..
I gave you everything, I gave up my life and they were all for you..
you’ve ruined everything!
I gave you everything and I gave up my life
And it was all for you!
Even the most idiotic douchebag, will try to unearth the truth; which sometimes.. never there..
I wonder why it became like this,
when I’m not very sure (No, I’m not very sure)
After all the crossings we’ve been through,
it’s not suppose to be like this. Why?
Thus; it will swirl and twirl and round in a circle; with wrath putting a slam, and shaken the conscious.
And every time you’re fucking proud of what you’re not
I hate the truth but still it’ll be a history
But the questions never end. Until you realized, you were thinking of something, that is so past.
Is it worth for it to occupy your mind?
It’s even for me,
It’s even for you
Just trying to understand…
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mygDdZa3Lfg&hl=en]
P/s: Chunna, ko la nih! Kan dah puitis aku di malam hari!
P/p/s: But still, Yuna‘s so talented to cover that song to be melodramatic. You’re the goddess, Yuna!
P/p/p/s: First post from my ThinkPad! Yeay!



