by Yukishiro Enishi
Stand as coldness rushing by
Without courage enough to cry
Without farewell without goodbye
The knife goes an inch deeper
Sick of walking by myself at light
Sick of cuddling by myself at night
Only having me myself to guide
The knife goes an inch deeper
Tired of laughing alone, and
Tired of talking alone, when
On my bed lying alone, then
The knife goes an inch deeper
The day are but to show emptiness
The dark are but to show nothingness
Neither ever showing forgiveness
The knife goes an inch deeper
What little heat can I offer
To myself in the icy winter
The knife goes an inch deeper
Into my heart
emosi tak stabil..i tot i did achieved sumthing when i didn't failed any paper..but..hey..yin n yang..sume pun ade keseimbangan..last nite..can't sleep sbb pk benda lain plak..masalah2..
p/s: camne nak dpt tido mati??
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