I wanna trip inside your head,spend the day there. To hear the things you haven't said. And see what you might see. I want to hear you when you call, do you feel anything at all?
I want to see your thoughts take shape. And walk right out. Freedom has a scent, like the top of a new born baby's head. The songs are in your eyes. I see them when you smile
I've had enough I'm not giving up. On a MIRACLE DRUG
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Trauma...
"Masa lalumu itu Penjarakan asamu paksa dirimu Duniamu pojokkan mu paksa dirimu berteriak...!"
Takkan hilang Takkan bisa menghilang Bila tersendiri…bantulah aku Kuingin pulang Ijinkanlah aku Tuk kembali…bersamamu
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