Thursday, June 24, 2010

I don't live.

What am i going to do?
If its gonna be that true.
All this while i'm always thinking,
When will be the ending,
Or izzit won't be happening?
Oh god.
I'm sick again. and again. and again.
How short my life is to feel only the pains?
It just fated that i'm gonna leave,
And there's no need to breathe.
I didn't regret on what i have given,
And i will be ready to have you'll forgiven.