Why am I like this one,
Do I need to be a bad one?,
What I only like is freedom,
Giving that to me makes me contented.
Yes this is me, the bad man,
Who is deserving to live with satan,
But remember I didn’t chose this life,
Instead you build me as this human.
Before I am the good one,
But I don’t know why I became this kind,
The bad one who doesn’t think of anyone,
Except for myself that I’ve find.
Though I want myself to be back,
But it’s hard because I was hack,
jailed in the prison of fear,
Always pour my sorrows in tears.
I really appreciate darkness,
Because in that place I have my freedom,
I can pour out all of my madness,
Without anyone to stop me for what I’ve done.
Right time will always come,
That time I am prepared,
To change my life to better,
And forget the past that tortured me a lot.
I’ll be back, yes I’ll be back,
Just give me a time to heal,
The sorrows and pain in my heart,
And I’ll promise I’ll be back.
