Wednesday, February 16, 2011

cerita penglipur lara...

Alunan suara mula bercerita...
Namun hakikat kau sering saja dipergunakan,
Langkahmu makin dekat padanya,
Ingin menjerat akal mu pasti lena dibuai katanya,
Telah ku kenal si dia,
Yang hanya pandai berpura,
Memikat dan menawan mangsa untuk diperdaya,
Ini semua permainannya,
Baik lupakan saja kerana kau,
Jika bersama dia hidupmu akan sengsara,
Berkali-kali telah ku ingatkan,
Menurut segala mahunya,
Kau keliru dan kau tersiksa...

Monday, February 14, 2011

i'll go back to december...

I’m so glad, you made time to see,
How’s life, tell me how’s your family,
I haven’t seen them in a while,
You’ve been good, busier than ever,
We small talk, work and the weather,
Your guard is up and I know why.

Because the last time you saw me,
Still burned in the back of your mind,
You gave me roses, and I left them there to die,

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing infront of you saying I’m sorry for that night,
And I’d go back to December all the time,
It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine,
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright,
I go back to December all the time.

These days I haven't been sleeping,
Staying up playing back myself leaving,
When your birthday passed and I didn't call,
Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times,
I watched you laughing from the passenger side and

I realized I loved you in the fall,
And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind,
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye.
So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night,
And I'd go back to December all the time,
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine,
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind,
I go back to December all the time.

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right,
And how you held me in your arms that September night,
The first time you ever saw me cry,
Maybe this is wishful thinkin’,
Probably mindless dreaming,
If we loved again I swear I'd love you right.

I'd go back in time and change it but I can't.
So if the chain is on your door, I understand.

But this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night,
And I'd go back to December,
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine and
I’d go back to December, turn around and make it alright and
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind and
I go back to December all the time.....