Anger really bothers
Make me rather
To blubber
The conceit in me
I don’t care
I must be aware
It’s easy to say
But hard to stay
Lot easier than I thought
Lot harder than I thought
The things I see
The things I feel
The good, the bad
The fraud about to fade
I love but I hate
Enough for confusion
Time for betterment
Don’t you get in my way
Or I’ll have you slay
Get lost, out of my sight
I don’t care your agony inside
I love to be alone at night
This is something I have to decide
The price is my pride
I don’t have to cry
This is something I have to decide
Jakarta, may 30th, 1994
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