Yearning
In a strange city, making friend with a glass of hot coffee
Talking to nobody, as if there are here with me
Being alone in the room like a real lonely
Sitting by the glass, sitting as hours pass slowly
In a strange city, waiting for the rain stop pouring heavily
Killing time with writing while this mind can't stop thinking fiercely
Being a grown up means to be free
Never considering the needs of maturity
In a strange city, looking at the rain pouring so heavily
Being lonely and feels like I need mommy
Sitting by me after cooking dinner for me
Yeah, after far away, I start missing the family
* I found this old prose and it is successfully taken me back to my early moment leaving in Jakarta.
Talking to nobody, as if there are here with me
Being alone in the room like a real lonely
Sitting by the glass, sitting as hours pass slowly
In a strange city, waiting for the rain stop pouring heavily
Killing time with writing while this mind can't stop thinking fiercely
Being a grown up means to be free
Never considering the needs of maturity
In a strange city, looking at the rain pouring so heavily
Being lonely and feels like I need mommy
Sitting by me after cooking dinner for me
Yeah, after far away, I start missing the family
* I found this old prose and it is successfully taken me back to my early moment leaving in Jakarta.
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