Icatlya
Take back the sanity, I
The first time I see home,
In you, I can't seem to let go,
Even though, I'm tired of,
To tame this feeling, I'm
Wishin' someday,
It might be for us.
Oh, I know I have to lose you,
'Cuz you won't seem to come through.
If only I could say,
That I cannot afford to lose you anymore,
Not that I was so sure about it before,
But what would you do if your heart just
Told it so,
And pray,
To come what may.
Now you're so far away, but
I still sense so near,
Or is it just a familiar fear?
Even though it's not meant to be,
Trust me, I can feel,
Boy, tell me, why is it hard to heal?
And I know I'd rather lose you,
Than lose me, that's the truth.
If only I could say,
That I cannot afford to lose you anymore,
Not that I was so sure about it before,
But what would you do if your heart just
Told it so,
And pray,
When love comes persevere, then, I will be givin' in,
Oh, there's nothing left, it's just the grief,
That comes by, creepin' here,
When love comes persevere, then, I will be givin' in,
Oh, there's nothing left, it's just the grief,
That comes by, creepin' here.
The first time I see home,
In you, I can't seem to let go,
Even though, I'm tired of,
To tame this feeling, I'm
Wishin' someday,
It might be for us.
Oh, I know I have to lose you,
'Cuz you won't seem to come through.
If only I could say,
That I cannot afford to lose you anymore,
Not that I was so sure about it before,
But what would you do if your heart just
Told it so,
And pray,
To come what may.
Now you're so far away, but
I still sense so near,
Or is it just a familiar fear?
Even though it's not meant to be,
Trust me, I can feel,
Boy, tell me, why is it hard to heal?
And I know I'd rather lose you,
Than lose me, that's the truth.
If only I could say,
That I cannot afford to lose you anymore,
Not that I was so sure about it before,
But what would you do if your heart just
Told it so,
And pray,
When love comes persevere, then, I will be givin' in,
Oh, there's nothing left, it's just the grief,
That comes by, creepin' here,
When love comes persevere, then, I will be givin' in,
Oh, there's nothing left, it's just the grief,
That comes by, creepin' here.
Credits
Writer(s): Muhammad Luthfi Adianto, Natasya Fila Rais
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