Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

When I Was A Fool

Failed for being a friend
Failed to take all being slowly
Then regrets came to my dreams
And that is when I was a fool

To push things far behind
Or even run away from the front
Then needs became missing so much
And that is when I was a fool

And what I have become, now?
I ask and beg for some more
Screaming out loud to got choked
Empty hugs and empty laughters
Done nothing and being fool

So sad, so can not smile
So blur, so can not see
So deep, so can not feel

Curious then cry with all my heart
Never lies but the road leads nowhere
Who would have believed
That it's part of my dream
Nothing's real, nothing's wise

When I was a fool
Seems light was years away
When I was a fool
Seems to leave was the last choice

And rains and lone street are friends
Dance floor and beat of songs guiding
Random people are family
And the night is my lover

I'm finding it hard to do anything
I thought the dream will not let me go
I wish I can put all things to the trash
But life still goes on, and on, and on

It shouldn't be that hard
I have been this very moment many times
It shouldn't be this hard
Where I could whispered it's nothing

When I was a fool
I want to stay
Stay for once upon a time
Once more
No ends

When I was a fool
There, God
Help me!


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