Gloomy Weekend
A couple years ago I started to wonder
Am I getting cockier or getting stronger
I don't want to wait this any longer
I'm stuck and I'm feeling smaller
I can't move, like a baby without stroller
My stance changes like water
This poem born without author
Can't stop thinking and I want to call her
On the weekend I got nothing to do
And all I can think about is you, you
I'm struggling to get through the day, but I'm sure you already knew, knew
730, Wake and all I do is trying to get through you
Run in circle, I'm such a fool, fool
Always cover up the truth
I send this message to you
On the weekend I got nothing to do
And all I can think about is you, you
I'm struggling to get through the day, but I'm sure you already knew, knew
730, Wake and all I do is trying to get through you
Run in circle, I'm such a fool, fool
Always cover up the truth
I send this message to you
It's not accidentally, where I decide to ignore things eventually
Lately, I've been feeling so low, with all the thought running wild in mind
Reflecting on my progress, it's so slow, I don't know what I'm doing with life
I thought I could be without you, I realized this ain't my shoe
I will ask again to my old self how can I be so sure
No I know nothing what I'm doing, nor I know what I should be doing
I was once said I expect nothing, and nothing is what I got
My inner thought keep saying just do it
Realized I'm such a fool right after, but can't admit
You know, my mind went blank when our paths split
For a long time, I stand still and watch you bleed
I keep saying that I'm about this life
I keep thinking, I might live if I try
But no one cares when you give them a smile
Even though the inside is torn apart
On the weekend I got nothing to do
And all I can think about is you, you
I'm struggling to get through the day, but I'm sure you already knew, knew
730, Wake and all I do is trying to get through you
Run in circle, I'm such a fool, fool
Always cover up the truth
I send this message to you
When they see the real you, they keep asking you why
When they see the real you, they keep asking you why
Am I getting cockier or getting stronger
I don't want to wait this any longer
I'm stuck and I'm feeling smaller
I can't move, like a baby without stroller
My stance changes like water
This poem born without author
Can't stop thinking and I want to call her
On the weekend I got nothing to do
And all I can think about is you, you
I'm struggling to get through the day, but I'm sure you already knew, knew
730, Wake and all I do is trying to get through you
Run in circle, I'm such a fool, fool
Always cover up the truth
I send this message to you
On the weekend I got nothing to do
And all I can think about is you, you
I'm struggling to get through the day, but I'm sure you already knew, knew
730, Wake and all I do is trying to get through you
Run in circle, I'm such a fool, fool
Always cover up the truth
I send this message to you
It's not accidentally, where I decide to ignore things eventually
Lately, I've been feeling so low, with all the thought running wild in mind
Reflecting on my progress, it's so slow, I don't know what I'm doing with life
I thought I could be without you, I realized this ain't my shoe
I will ask again to my old self how can I be so sure
No I know nothing what I'm doing, nor I know what I should be doing
I was once said I expect nothing, and nothing is what I got
My inner thought keep saying just do it
Realized I'm such a fool right after, but can't admit
You know, my mind went blank when our paths split
For a long time, I stand still and watch you bleed
I keep saying that I'm about this life
I keep thinking, I might live if I try
But no one cares when you give them a smile
Even though the inside is torn apart
On the weekend I got nothing to do
And all I can think about is you, you
I'm struggling to get through the day, but I'm sure you already knew, knew
730, Wake and all I do is trying to get through you
Run in circle, I'm such a fool, fool
Always cover up the truth
I send this message to you
When they see the real you, they keep asking you why
When they see the real you, they keep asking you why
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Writer(s): Muhammad Satria
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