Cry is the most thing that I want to do
But my eyes are close
They are blind
Neither they can not see the truth
Nor the false one
You need some musics!
I have two ears
But they can not hear anything
Those beautiful melodies
These loud chords
That jazzy swing
They are just some whispers that talk to me about life
HYPOCRISY
HYPOCRITE
Oh
Am I better die?
I do have my life plans
I still wanting to live
But these are sucks
I must be dying
Written by Narita Pratiwi.Kill Plagiarism!Anti Plagiarism!
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