Hard Times
Those times
I am beaten hands down
my heart broken
and shattered into pieces
the sore in it
who can heal
friends could only give what they have
still I couldn't be satisfy with that
it felt like hatred to me
I cried my eyes out
but only my pillow enjoy the saltiness
who can...
I am beaten hands down
my heart broken
and shattered into pieces
the sore in it
who can heal
friends could only give what they have
still I couldn't be satisfy with that
it felt like hatred to me
I cried my eyes out
but only my pillow enjoy the saltiness
who can...