merah jambu bukan lagi warnaku

meski masih ada putih
hitam juga yang aku pilih
7 tahun telah aku rasakan mati
cukup tiga, mungkin jiwaku tiada lagi baki

sering ku ingin pulang
bertinta di atas muka surat yang sama
tiap kali itu juga lemas aku berperang
tenat kepalaku melawan apa yang di minda

rapat aku tutup mata yang segar
mendambakan saat ia terbuka
sepi di dalam penuh di luar
melakar noktah di sudut sengsara

kerana begitu aku rindu
waktu diriku dihiasai merah jambu.

this is such a weird feeling.

i saw my whole *** at a glimpse
but i don't know if my soul is in its place
i feel so distant
like waiting for something to come
is it okay to just wait?
or move before it's too late?
the two rocks crushing my head
restraining hard from a habit.
do all these only happen to me?
is there a cure for it?
i'm still waiting
for the day every place i step  
feels like home again.

somebody stop me from growing up
i still have lots of questions in mind
the time is going by so fast
yet my curiosity is still finding what's right
till soon when I reach 25
it will only leave me with a childish sign

Why does everything that i feel
to people, it seems unreal
does it take them to pop the bubble
or am I just from a different world?

And the places we used to go together
now we just pass each other as strangers.

I know for a fact
This voice in my head
will come and attack
sticking my body to the bed
when the angel comes to collect
i’ll already be lying dead.