No, I swear I don't forget your birthday. Not even you put 23 in your mail ID so people can confuse you were born on 23 July instead of 22 July. Not also surer because your mom posts on your Facebook's wall, sweet wishes :')
My reminder keeps blinking as my heart also still skip a beat every time I remember you. It's 12:00 midnight Indonesia time- I'm dying hard to open up my eyes and say a little prayer with lotta wishes -a-wishing-you-all-the-best- for you, Mr. Gordon.
A morning hello to my birthday boy and how I'm wishing you around, how I'm wishing the best cuddling or the warmest hug.
Just give me a reason | Just a little bit's enough | Just a second we're not broken just bent | And we can learn to love again | My alarm wakes me up, yeah learn to love again.
I'd love to, but it seems aaaaagh OK.
My manager on duty schedule today while I keep thinking what's to show you that here, Indonesia is also celebrating your birthday.
A glass of Tomato Cooler, a slice of Red Velvet Cake, a Happy Birthday Card, and me.
Went to roof top 33rd floor and close my eyes again. No, I will not jump to the down or wishing I could fly to Sydney just to blow a candle with you.
At least, what must happen, will happen.
It's Friday already, the day that I can't believe I'm still here, just can't stop thinking about you.
P.S. Guess what :)
My reminder keeps blinking as my heart also still skip a beat every time I remember you. It's 12:00 midnight Indonesia time- I'm dying hard to open up my eyes and say a little prayer with lotta wishes -a-wishing-you-all-the-best- for you, Mr. Gordon.
A morning hello to my birthday boy and how I'm wishing you around, how I'm wishing the best cuddling or the warmest hug.
Just give me a reason | Just a little bit's enough | Just a second we're not broken just bent | And we can learn to love again | My alarm wakes me up, yeah learn to love again.
I'd love to, but it seems aaaaagh OK.
My manager on duty schedule today while I keep thinking what's to show you that here, Indonesia is also celebrating your birthday.
A glass of Tomato Cooler, a slice of Red Velvet Cake, a Happy Birthday Card, and me.
Went to roof top 33rd floor and close my eyes again. No, I will not jump to the down or wishing I could fly to Sydney just to blow a candle with you.
At least, what must happen, will happen.
It's Friday already, the day that I can't believe I'm still here, just can't stop thinking about you.
P.S. Guess what :)
