tonight i had chit chat with my big sis, she told me about somenthing interesting.
she said when she go to sidoarjo with my mum the man they visited said that my mum's childern have posibility to be followed by ghost.
yeah and it's true, not only me, my sister and my lil bro can also see ghosts.
my big sis told me that she ever saw pocong and a pair of feet without body, hear a sound and so many
and i told her i ever saw a female ghost who wearing white clothes standing in front of me when i'm awake from sleep, and a pair of feet, also hear a sound but nobody around.
i also told her that my body is a sample or can feel premonition, if something might happen.
she also felt the same thing in place we ussualy take wudlu, there is someone who watching us.
so this is the answer i get, i thought i only dreaming or it's just my imagination, but it's actually because there is a ghost who always followed my sister, my lil bro and me...

No sir, well I don’t wanna be the
blame, not anymore.
It’syour turn, so take a seat
we’re settling the final score.
Andwhy do we like to hurt so
much?
I can’t decide
Youhave made it harder just to
go on
Andwhy, all the possibilities
where I was wrong
That’s what you get when you let
your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let
your heart win, whoa.
Idrowned out all my sense with
the sound of its beating.
Andthat’s what you get when
you let your heart win, whoa.
I wonder, how am I supposed to
feel when you’re not here.
’CauseI burned every bridge I
ever built when you were here.
I stilltry holding onto silly things,
I never learn.
Ohwhy, all the possibilities I’m
sure you’ve heard.
That’s what you get when you let
your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let
your heart win, whoa.
Idrowned out all my sense with
the sound of its beating (beating)
Andthat’s what you get when
you let your heart win, whoa.
Pain make your way to me, to
me.
And I’ll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let’s start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Ohwhy do we like to hurt so
much?
That’s what you get when you let
your heart win!
Whoa.
That’s what you get when you let
your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let
your heart win, whoa.
Now I can’t trust myself with
anything but this,
Andthat’s what you get when
you let your heart win, whoa.

again, this feeling that i got,
empty shape of a bottle, with no air...
like a lost traveler
like a tree in desert,
no one around
with no hope to see the light
i'm drowning in the sea
with no light, no breath to take
it would be okay if there are fish or sea plants around me
but there isn't
see nothing
hear nothing
maybe it's the best for me