Posted by Creating Class 2005 | Posted on Thursday, November 06, 2008 | Posted in Reza Anggriyashati
The hardest thing is not leaving
But standing here while pretending
As if nothing had change
And I talk to you, not your grave
The pain is not yours but mine
As well as every remorse
For every good things I couldn't say
For every good deeds I couldn't pay
But standing here while pretending
As if nothing had change
And I talk to you, not your grave
The pain is not yours but mine
As well as every remorse
For every good things I couldn't say
For every good deeds I couldn't pay
You cannot erase it, it's in you;
The ghost in the mind; memory.