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Sebut aku bodoh

Karena aku menunggu takdir itu datang

Tak mengusahakannya karena tak tahu apa bagaimana

Berjuang merangkai kembali mimpi yang hilang


Kini, aku di tengah keramaian

Dan masih merasakan rasa sepi yang kosong

Terasa ada sebagian diriku yang diamputasi

Seraya mencoba berhenti merengek pada diri sendiri

Aku bercengkrama, tertawa, dan menari

Topeng hari kerja, hari malas, hari piknik

Tinggal aku pilih yang mana yang kan kupakai


Kubaca kembali bait diatas, terasa menyedihkan

Allah, bisakah Kau hapus semua memori itu?

Atau hilangkan makna dari memori?

Tapi apa kuasaku melawan semua ini

Ini aku sudah dalam pasrah


Berserah

Ternyata ini rasanya tak dapat bergantung pada diri sendiri

Tak tahu apa mauku, tak tahu apa yang harus diubah agar semua lebih baik

Kapan melawan, dan kapan bilang stop, kapan membiarkan semuanya


Aku hilang kontrol, hanya menangis di sudut jiwaku

Aku butuh diselamatkan

Diriku, selamatkan aku!

Maafkan aku, karena aku masih tak tahu bagaimana menyelamatkan diriku sendiri

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