Back to ...

This is my last posting before I leave this island this morning.

Why I picked this song? It tells the moment when I have to return and leave all the things I've been through here, for something I had ever known and I know it took times to feel it good.

I leave Batam along with memories, moments, shits done and things undone, shows it's not yet over. Maybe I'll be back here someday for good and better, not for worse or better.

It's not about romance, it's not about styles, it's not about bank, it's all about time.

Time change, people change, choice remains.

"Back To Black"

He left no time to regret

Kept his dick wet

With his same old safe bet

Me and my head high

And my tears dry

Get on without my guy

You went back to what you knew

So far removed from all that we went through

And I tread a troubled track

My odds are stacked

I'll go back to black

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to...

I go back to us

I love you much

It's not enough

You love blow and I love puff

And life is like a pipe

And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to...

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to...

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black,

I go back to...

I go back to...

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to...

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to black