You cried hard to be his girl,
And yet you cry for being his girl.
Yes, once you cried, prayed and fought for him,
but now you cry, pray and fight because of him.
Nothing will change.
Hope has faded away.
Love is a word,
Not for experiencing,
but for longing in her life.-
My boat sunk in "Teenage"
And landed in Island called "Twenties"