menjadi serba salah karena semua pilihanku. semakin menyadari kalau aku berbeda. menyadari kalau tidak semua perbedaan itu baik.
lalu, kenapa aku diberi kesempatan hidup menjadi berbeda?
it hurts. really hurts..hearing you said that..to me. nyesek.
aku nggak ngerti jalan pikir tiap-tiap manusia, dimataku mereka nampak melakukan hal yang sama berulang-ulang. mengikuti arus.
aku nggak ngerti kenapa cara mikirku gini.
aku nggak ngerti kenapa apa yang kupilih...selalu berujung nyusahin orang lain. serba salah.
aku nggak ngerti...apa disini cuma aku satu-satunya burung yang ngerasa nggak nyaman berada di dalam sangkar?
aku nggak ngerti kenapa aku berbeda.
they kept telling me that
being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts.being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts. being good, hurts.
what a beautidul lies
from what i see, this is not good. Nothing will going to be fine.
do you see now?This must be an irony of the life ive chosen.
