tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33280165574338835132011-04-22T01:49:55.315+07:00It kills everythinghenryoctopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14522852697251259090noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328016557433883513.post-56390214314959559102009-04-19T11:55:00.000+07:002009-04-19T11:57:12.733+07:00<span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">you almost always pick the best times<br />to drop the worst lines<br />you almost made me cry again this time<br />another false alarm<br />red flashing lights<br />well this time I'm not going to watch myself die<br />I think I made it a game to play your game<br />and let myself cry<br />I buried myself alive on the inside<br />so I could shut you out<br />and let you go away for a long time<br /><br />I guess it's ok I puked the day away<br />I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way<br />and if you want me back<br />you're gonna have to ask<br /><br />I think the chain broke away<br />and I felt it the day that I had my own time<br />I took advantage of myself and felt fine<br />but it was worth the night<br />I caught an early flight and I made it home<br /><br />I guess it's ok I puked the day away<br />I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way<br />and if you want me back<br />you're gonna have to ask<br />nicer than that<br />nicer than that<br /><br />with my foot on your neck<br />I finally have you<br />right where I want you<br />right where I want you<br />right where I want you<br />right where I want you<br /><br />I guess it's ok I puked the day away<br />I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way<br />and if you want me back<br />you're gonna have to ask<br />nicer than that<br />nicer than that<br />and if you want me back<br />you're gonna have to ask<br />nicer than that<br />nicer<br />nicer<br /><br />The Used-Buried myself alive<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328016557433883513-5639021431495955910?l=henryoctopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>henryoctopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14522852697251259090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328016557433883513.post-83884438680915198062009-04-19T11:52:00.001+07:002009-04-19T11:54:35.952+07:00<h3 style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message">I feel dead. For some reasons i can't explain. Just can't talk my way out of everything. Some boys looking for relief and some planned to closed the road. Black wave closing the answersheet. Lines made with airbrush. Broken remote controls somebody's life. Staring from shop's window. Old people smiling behind their worried faces. Compressed my brain so I can swallow it. The mask becomes wet. Cry kills, smile wins</h3><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328016557433883513-8388443868091519806?l=henryoctopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>henryoctopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14522852697251259090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328016557433883513.post-85211646842117277922009-04-19T11:51:00.000+07:002009-04-19T11:53:05.635+07:00nothing. just a name. HENRY WIJAYA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328016557433883513-8521164684211727792?l=henryoctopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>henryoctopushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14522852697251259090noreply@blogger.com0