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Dilukiskan oleh Allah dengan indah. Lukisan berupa gadis langit yang terbang-terbang tanpa bingkai. Ya, mereka menyebutnya gadis senja pecinta angka 13.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

I will be counting the days till I can run to you

My friends they all been telling me that you’re no good
You broke a lot of hearts and you don’t even know. I refuse to believe any of that is true. But I’ll hate it when they’re right and tell me told you so

I don’t want to be a victim of a broken heart. I don’t want to put myself into another mess yeahI don’t want to be a fool and make a big mistake. I’ve should’ve known better, but it’s allright. Cause I’m in to you. Early in the morning I was still in bed. The thought of you remains the biggest mystery. I was left unsure of all this thing would go. I guess I’ll think about it when I walk with you. But every time I try to catch you I stumble and I fall.

How do I begin to finish this never ending fairy tale. I need to get back to reality. Every time you do that thing the thing you always do. I ended up in misery while starring at your photograph. I’m loosing my grip to reality.
Would you call me if you can
I’m waiting underneath it all

So tell me I’m trying to define. The meaning of unconditional love. When it puts you faced down on the ground. You’re out there sailing away. And maybe a deadly storm will come and catch you. Lightning thunder will strike you. It hits your head so hard you’ll come to me

And I’m ok, I hope the best for you. Remember to go out and have fun. You could spend the day out in the ocean. I heard the water’s fine over there. And somewhere out there I’m sure God is watching you close.

I’ll let you know what’s on my mind
I wish they’ve made you portable
Then i’ll carry you around and round
I bet you’ll look good on me.

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