Miss the old time, miss everything that I had before.
Miss the mess, miss the friend that I use to have.
Miss everything around me, miss every story that keep repeating around me.
Now all is silent, now everyone is gone.
When the night come, when the sky become more dark.
I sitting in front and enjoy my little cigarette, thinking back about the old time.
Thinking back and wishing I can turn back the time but I can’t.
Time flies, people change.
Everything around me change, I am not who I am to be anymore.
Never imagine I become this mess, never imagine everything will fall apart.
Never imagine the situasion will hard like that.
I hate to be at home.
I hate to come home in my old time.
Now, when I walk out for working, when I walk out to buy a food.
All I wanted is back to home, sitting and eating in the table like the old time.
I don’t need everyone else,
I just want to be me and me alone.
In the silent, in the loneliness.
I slowly know what I wanted and who I needed.
Not a ton of people saying they love me.
Not a ton of people saying that they are care for me.
When life give me a lot of problem.
When life didn’t give a room for me to breath.
All I need is at home, in silent, in loneliness.
People may suprise me if I talk, but some of them give me a real shock.
Nobody really there, nobody really care.
Keep the truth for myself, keep everything around me look good.
People only like the happy story, people act like they are care.
But, when the real problem come into the story,
People are gone, like the old time.
