There are times, the me inside is screaming desparately for freedom.
There are times, i just refused to grow up.
There are times, i wonder why all these have to be on my shoulder.
There are times, i just wanna be self-centered, i don't wanna be a good kid.
There are times, i just wanna do mistakes and be forgiven; just like others did.
There are times, i am asking myself whether i am being ungrateful of all the love and blessings that i have been given.
There are times, i just so wanna screw things up and walk towards self destruction, in order to feel what it actually feels like.
Can i have the time that i need to be a crybaby, a capricious kid and a kid who never grew up for a while?
Afterall, life is a pilgrimage. Why am i trying extremely hard where others don't? Heart is tired all the time. Spirit in me long for a sacred ground. My Prince of Peace, where exactly are you? I could feel you everyday but you did not reach out to me.
Under the bright side, there is always shadow looking to be more powerful.
There are times, i just refused to grow up.
There are times, i wonder why all these have to be on my shoulder.
There are times, i just wanna be self-centered, i don't wanna be a good kid.
There are times, i just wanna do mistakes and be forgiven; just like others did.
There are times, i am asking myself whether i am being ungrateful of all the love and blessings that i have been given.
There are times, i just so wanna screw things up and walk towards self destruction, in order to feel what it actually feels like.
Can i have the time that i need to be a crybaby, a capricious kid and a kid who never grew up for a while?
Afterall, life is a pilgrimage. Why am i trying extremely hard where others don't? Heart is tired all the time. Spirit in me long for a sacred ground. My Prince of Peace, where exactly are you? I could feel you everyday but you did not reach out to me.
Under the bright side, there is always shadow looking to be more powerful.
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