Dengan Nama Allah Yang Maha Pemurah Lagi Maha Penyayang.
I just want to say.
That I'm losing my ground.
Lost in the fight
I've work so hard for.
I'm getting tired.
Not because I'm losing.
Tired of the game itself.
Stirred in my own strategy.
I want to stop.
Laying low for a while.
Get into my own jail.
Finding my own solace.
Surrounding doesn't help much.
Nostalgia's a bitch.
Timing's a bitch too.
And now the time has come.
