by Nuria Rizka Isfandhani on Saturday, November 28, 2009 at 9:33am
one, two, three one, two, three
and u betray me
think that now u're free
and I feel cold like the sea
by the time now u're just a past
no way to back
and I just don't want to
life is growing older, baby
sitting on the bench
try to sketch my lost memory
I know it just like crawling my neck
timeless, heartless
if those four words called l-o-v-e
close meaning to the l-u-s-t
oh why I just want the l-a-s-t
but yes u exactly l-e-f-t
oh my pretty boy, u got me into after effect
because I'm not cherry on ur cupcake
I just last night party shortcake
tale words should to be fake
saturday, 10:31
28 Nov 09.
