i forgot that i had a blog. really. i really forgotten abt this.
anyway a song to start off..
"Memory"
This may never start.
We could fall apart.
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
This may never start.
I'll tear us apart.
Can I be your enemy?
Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything.
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
This may never start.
Tearing out my heart.
I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
(I'd be your memory)
Feelings disappear.
Can I be your memory?
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
This may never start.
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
Can I be your memory?
i just cant seem to make my mind happy. really. i dont know what i want in life. i want to be attached. no. i want to be single. i want a bag. no! i dont want a bag! i want a good metallic black g shock watch. NO! not yet. i need this. NO. i need that!
what my mind is up to! why is it this way. i cant say i'm stress coz i know myself when i'm stress i will blast it out for sure.
i cant recall how i convienced myself to stay single few years back before i met izyan. i was happily single and didnt bother meeting the right one? maybe because i was young. haha. i getting old lah actually..
o o.
pls watch 50 first date on thursday at 7.30pm pls.
i just have a sucky life. i need to think single single single. coz i'm not ready. really. i am not.
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