i start to feel something different about my life
keep loading to find someone
time is keeping me stress
cloud become darker
sunlight became dimmer
what should i do?
suicide? or pretending to suicide?
nothing different about both words above
except a bullshit statement.
i feel dull like a bald want to grow their hair
feel stupid like a cow trying to learn add math
fell emptiness like a cactus on dessert
but i'm still convincing myself
I'M THE MASTER OF GREATEST MASTER
know wat i mean by that?
who the heck i want to show my greatness? daaa
right now my life is no different
like the rubbish film which created by
rejected unknown director.
now, dewa penyair is just a dewa with no color
but still the master of opportunist like always
still selling the cheap propaganda
still love to walk along the road
CALL ME BACK