I never leave, but I have been left instead.
I am in pain, but I smile instead.
I hide my feelings, cry, and broke my self, but I show them the happy me, laugh, and cheer up instead.
The world doesn't know me.
They told me their sad stories, I cry with them.
And when I share mine, they told me to forget it and move on.
For later, they mention it again, and make fun of it.
They don't know I've tried so hard not to remember.
And it's torturing me.
But I pretend to laugh with them instead.
The world doesn't know me.
And when I share mine, they told me to forget it and move on.
For later, they mention it again, and make fun of it.
They don't know I've tried so hard not to remember.
And it's torturing me.
But I pretend to laugh with them instead.
The world doesn't know me.
They find me easy to cry for every touching thing.
But I hold my tears for my sorrow under my pillow instead.
They find me always be there for them.
But I never found any body there when I need them instead.
They see me have everything.
But I am nothing and no one for anyone instead.
The world doesn't know me.
But I hold my tears for my sorrow under my pillow instead.
They find me always be there for them.
But I never found any body there when I need them instead.
They see me have everything.
But I am nothing and no one for anyone instead.
The world doesn't know me.
Jogja, 230518
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