How poor am I?
How poor am I?
To loose the love, the love of mine
How could I dwadled and fly so high?
You loved me once,
yet I decline.
Now I'm chasing for the essence of our past
The essence of our past that surely wont last.
I'd rather cherish our childish yesterday
Than to embrace the maturity of today.
Lucky is the one who wipes the smear on your cheek
Lucky is the one who gives you prop when you're weak..
Pity on me for all I can do is to be meek
To be meek enough to hide all the words I can't speak
And so with this sentiments that full of reminiscence
A heart who dwells from the past and seek for your loves pressence,
And with this sorrowful heart, nevertheless joyful lies
And so thy entrusted heart,
I could say my sweet GOODBYES...
