goodbye mona.

enjoy your ride,

with your old train.

here your ticket.

now you leaving,

bye-bye stinky.

you grievous so with mischievious.

what a baffle day,
out with her,
yeah we have fun.

when i was there,
i cant feel,
that she conceal case from me.

when i wasnt there,
i can feel,
something that;

insincere, deceitful, treacherous or disloyal.
in other words,
u curang eh?

no i didn't cling to she call me,
but atleast just text me,
text me something honey,

not with other lads.

hatheart from his modern-heart.

my bag im carrying containing someone heart,
in the someone heart,
containing such a beautiful sweet memory,
and feelings.

If there lots of sweet memory with her,
the bag that i carrying become light,
if there lots of bad memory such a fight,
my bag will be heavy full of revenge.

my shoulder need a light bag,
my bag need a sweet heart,
and sweet heart inside needed to full of happy and joyfull,
and with that i can carrying my bag with happiness ;)

love u stinky.

the ge-recednis of flip flops and french fries.

flip flops,
they use when needed,
cove your foot,
from all dirts,
and leave it when it done.

french fries,
they eat it when starving,
make your stomach happy,
and your face will spot whith smile,
and it will stay in your stomach,
till you berak.

same as your love,
is it like flip flops?
is it like french fries?

just one thing i'll say,
your loves cant seem thru your eyes,
but in heart?
who knows?

credit to zuley ;P

gas bag or ballon?

she, she and she,
only one of them,
that make me feel warm in her hug.

but she already,
have a good warm hug,
have a pretty pure warm-liking.

so what surpose i am?
little boy with the stollen sweetheart?
or bigger boy with stoled sweetheart?

help me now, help me bby,
take me away,
far from this ideology.

yeah, yeah i know,
im just a kid in dying,
sojourn on your bombshell looks ;)

but there is one thing,
you are not my friend,
you are my frendscipe.

my lullaby, i taught u was right.

dreaming while lying,
and spoke via vim,

our future?
yeah,haikal and fiona.

stare at your text,
over and over,

my feelings?
feel such in rodor.

but there is one thing i dont know,
that block our happiness,

your lads?
i hate him.