Filming my memories
Remember every thought I forget
Recollected every pieces of heart that I break
Far that I run from my own heart
Deep that I sink into my dream
Pursuing what is there that never been there to exist
But I just a lost man
Man who is lost in his own life,
Man with no aim wandering his dream
None may relieve this confusion
For I try many path that always lead me back to you
Path that You draw
And with my tears wash every step I make
Yet it never cleans a dirty path of mine.
This memory plays every way I’ve been through
Every turn I make
Every mistake I’ve done
Just let me back to the same pain
Facing same golden door I know nothing if it is shall lead me to nowhere
But standing still always changing nothing but stillness itself
With fear and anxiety embrace my broken heart
I just want to get away from this
I just want to fly high as I touch the sky
So I won’t have to wander aimlessly in my heart
God, have mercy on me, for I’m tired and dying eternally
Closing my eyes, trying to believe
My lost memories haunting me
Love every thought I forget
Find every pieces of heart that I break
Back to my own heart
Deep that I sink into my dream
Pursuing a pray what is there that never been there to exist
But I just a man
Man who is lost almost everything,
Man who is dreaming a dream in dreamy life
I love you, and this is where I always lost my heart to
Sunday, May 8, 2011
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