Archive for September, 2004

There is came , there is gone

Well I wonder could it be

When I was dreaming ’bout you baby

You were dreaming of me

Call me crazy, call me blind

To still be suffering is stupid after all of this time

Did I lose my love to someone better

And does she love you like I do

I do, you know I really really do

Well hey

So much I need to say

Been lonely since the day

The day you went away

So sad but true

For me there’s only you

Been crying since the day

The day you went away

I remember date and time

September twenty second

Sunday twenty five after nine

In the doorway with your case

No longer shouting at each other

There were tears on our faces

And we were letting go of something special

Something we’ll never have again

I know, I guess I really really know

Why do we never know what we’ve got ’til it’s gone

How could I carry on

The day you went away

Cause I’ve been missing you so much I have to say

Been crying since the day

The day you went away

…but very hurt when we lost someone…

Without " mercy "

When enemy live beside us …

Show the fact who we are.

and…

As long as they don’t disturb our peacefull …

Let them doing anything they want.

Yes…I would

No sleep, no sleep until I’m done with finding the answer.

Won’t stop, won’t stop before I find the cure for this cancer.

And sometimes I feel like going down and so disconnected.

But somehow I know that I’m haunted to be wanted.

I’ve been watching, I’ve been waiting,

in the shadows, for my time.

I’ve been searching, I’ve been living,

for tomorrows, all my life.

They say.. that I must learn to kill before I can feel safe.

But I… I’d rather kill myself than turn into their safe..

And sometimes I feel like I should go and play with the thunder.

Cause somehow I just don’t wanna stay and wait for a wonder.

Lately I’ve been walking, walking in circles.

Watching, waiting for something.

Feel me, touch me,

heal me, come take me higher…

Would You …?

Blast…..(again)

Bali…,Marriot and now…

Bomb..Bomb and Bomb

I hope Surabaya stay safe and peace

Let’s pray for Surabaya and Indonesian ‘pissfull’

We can’t predict when we die

But..

We can pray for chance