To resist is to piss in the wind. Anyone who does will end up smelling. Knowing this, why do I defy? Because my inner voice is yelling. There is a fist pressing against anyone who thinks something compelling. Our intuit we're taught to deny and our soul we're told is for selling. Get out from under them resist and multiply! Get out from under precipice and see the sky! Get out from under them. Resist, unlearn, defy! Get out from under precipice and see the sky!
Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself all day -- and all night I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath I say to myself I need fuel -- to take flight And there's too much going on but it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion Is that why they call me a sullen girl -- sullen girl They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea But he washed me shore and he took my pearl -- and left an empty shell of me
3 Comments:
wardaaahh.. kangen!!
aku lebih milih CD-R, krn nanti disaat aku sudah melalui semuanya, aku bisa ngeliat ke belakang dan ngerasa bangga krn aku bisa ngadepin itu :p
gzz.. terharu T_T
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