.
You say, you'll take me away
But where do we go, from there?
I don't, have what it takes
Don't know how to make, you hear
.
But open your heart
Look into mine
It isn't so hard
To see what's on my mind
If you try
Try to decide
The pieces will combine
To be the perfect kind
.
I just want my heart
A place to rest
And if you let me
I want it with you
I'll adjust my heart
Forget the rest
And only see
Me in you
.
You say, I tend to shut you out
I didn't mean to, couldn't say it loud
Cuz I feel, disconnected
To every single thing, I do
.
But will you guild me on
Show me what is right
I always think too much
They say 'what's going wrong?'
Come by my side
Look into my eyes
The buildings will collide
The stars the perfect shine
.
I just want my heart
A place to rest
And if you let me
I want it with you
I'll adjust my heart
Forget the rest
And only see
Me in you
.
Do you wanna go to a place so quiet, so quiet that
I don't even need to say a word
For you to know that I'm shouting, shouting so loud that
.
I just want my heart
A place to rest
And if you let me
I want it with you
I'll adjust my heart
Forget the rest
And only see
Me in you
.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
How are you feeling?
.
Calm.
.
I'm just calm.
.
I can't do much but I'll try.
.
It's still raining outside.
.
I went to soak myself in the rain.
.
I won't fall sick because I'm already sick.
.
It feels nice.
.
Just like, you aren't afraid of death when you're already dead inside.
.
Very optimistic.
.
Yeah. I'm like that once a year.
.
I think I'm in love.
.
This time, it's a person.
.
As far as I realize, it feels kinda good.
.
Weird but in a good way.
.
A few cans of coffee a day aren't going to save your life.
.
A few sticks of cigarette will not save you either.
.
A few rolls of yummylicious stuff will just kill you.
.
So what's gonna save you?
.
At the end of the day, it's either you sit in cold comfort, or you do your best to save yourself.
.
Calm.
.
I'm just calm.
.
I can't do much but I'll try.
.
It's still raining outside.
.
I went to soak myself in the rain.
.
I won't fall sick because I'm already sick.
.
It feels nice.
.
Just like, you aren't afraid of death when you're already dead inside.
.
Very optimistic.
.
Yeah. I'm like that once a year.
.
I think I'm in love.
.
This time, it's a person.
.
As far as I realize, it feels kinda good.
.
Weird but in a good way.
.
A few cans of coffee a day aren't going to save your life.
.
A few sticks of cigarette will not save you either.
.
A few rolls of yummylicious stuff will just kill you.
.
So what's gonna save you?
.
At the end of the day, it's either you sit in cold comfort, or you do your best to save yourself.
.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Waiting?
.
"At the end of the day, the ones who really care, will be right beside you."
.
I remember the day you stopped calling, the day I became someone else, the day when everything else mattered but us.
.
Reminisce.
.
How did I slip away like that?
.
Why can't I remember anymore?
.
I can only think of the comfort you gave me. It always makes me wonder, if I could actually feel that way again. Let go.
.
How did you manage to break into me? Why can't anyone else do that anymore? How did my sense of humour get to you? How did you know how I was feeling?
.
Who are you?
.
And where are you?
.
Come tell me who I am.
.
Bring out the best in me, tell me the great things I'm gonna do.
.
You believed in me.
.
I didn't trust you.
.
Yet, you still believe in me.
.
Reminisce.
.
Smile.
.
I love the person that I am when seen through your eyes.
.
"At the end of the day, the ones who really care, will be right beside you."
.
I remember the day you stopped calling, the day I became someone else, the day when everything else mattered but us.
.
Reminisce.
.
How did I slip away like that?
.
Why can't I remember anymore?
.
I can only think of the comfort you gave me. It always makes me wonder, if I could actually feel that way again. Let go.
.
How did you manage to break into me? Why can't anyone else do that anymore? How did my sense of humour get to you? How did you know how I was feeling?
.
Who are you?
.
And where are you?
.
Come tell me who I am.
.
Bring out the best in me, tell me the great things I'm gonna do.
.
You believed in me.
.
I didn't trust you.
.
Yet, you still believe in me.
.
Reminisce.
.
Smile.
.
I love the person that I am when seen through your eyes.
.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Will you pull me closer to you?
.
With every 'I love you' that we tell each other, I know we both mean it the way it's supposed to be meant.
.
You know my fears, and I know yours. You never failed to make me feel better. Nothing works like you. Thank you.
.
With every 'I love you' that we tell each other, I know we both mean it the way it's supposed to be meant.
.
You know my fears, and I know yours. You never failed to make me feel better. Nothing works like you. Thank you.
.
Monday, October 26, 2009
It's a question that nobody can answer.
.
I want to have the time to just look at the skies, lie down in bed peacefully with nothing to worry about, or just enjoying a cup of coffee and not for the sake of staying awake to finish my work.
.
In other words, I want to have the permission to be lazy and irresponsible.
.
But I know that any form of success comes after many forms of torture. I'm trying to see the big picture, the bright future. Somehow, I feel lost. It isn't about what I can or cannot do anymore. It's really just about whether I want to or not. And I'm feeling a very strong disgust towards the things I'm doing. I don't like it. I fucking loathe it. I regret the path that I've taken, I should've put my own happiness first.
.
Selfish, they say. Maybe. But why do people have expectations? Can't we all live to be happy, as individuals. Why do we always want to be satisfied by what others do for us?
.
Do people still love? Because I don't remember love being seeing others unhappy. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe love is wanting others to be unhappy first so to live a happier future.
.
Again.
.
What if all I have is today? How do you know that I'll live long enough to achieve that happiness you talk so highly about?
.
I just want to be happy every day. But they don't let me. They will then look down on me, calling me selfish, irresponsible and useless because to them, I don't make the people who love me proud, or give back what I've been given.
.
You see? Nobody ever loves you for who you are. Nobody ever loves you enough to just wish you're happy.
.
Want to be loved? Easy. Give them money, satisfy their desires, be responsible, or in other words, be the ideal person that they want you to be.
.
Do you think you'll be happy then? Being loved because of those? Because somebody out there is proud of you for doing the things you dread.
.
It's childish, really. It's attention seeking. I don't know. Maybe I'm the childish one.
.
Life is just a fuck lot of confusion.
.
I want to have the time to just look at the skies, lie down in bed peacefully with nothing to worry about, or just enjoying a cup of coffee and not for the sake of staying awake to finish my work.
.
In other words, I want to have the permission to be lazy and irresponsible.
.
But I know that any form of success comes after many forms of torture. I'm trying to see the big picture, the bright future. Somehow, I feel lost. It isn't about what I can or cannot do anymore. It's really just about whether I want to or not. And I'm feeling a very strong disgust towards the things I'm doing. I don't like it. I fucking loathe it. I regret the path that I've taken, I should've put my own happiness first.
.
Selfish, they say. Maybe. But why do people have expectations? Can't we all live to be happy, as individuals. Why do we always want to be satisfied by what others do for us?
.
Do people still love? Because I don't remember love being seeing others unhappy. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe love is wanting others to be unhappy first so to live a happier future.
.
Again.
.
What if all I have is today? How do you know that I'll live long enough to achieve that happiness you talk so highly about?
.
I just want to be happy every day. But they don't let me. They will then look down on me, calling me selfish, irresponsible and useless because to them, I don't make the people who love me proud, or give back what I've been given.
.
You see? Nobody ever loves you for who you are. Nobody ever loves you enough to just wish you're happy.
.
Want to be loved? Easy. Give them money, satisfy their desires, be responsible, or in other words, be the ideal person that they want you to be.
.
Do you think you'll be happy then? Being loved because of those? Because somebody out there is proud of you for doing the things you dread.
.
It's childish, really. It's attention seeking. I don't know. Maybe I'm the childish one.
.
Life is just a fuck lot of confusion.
.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
STUDYING RETARDS ME.
LIKE SERIOUSLY.
I DON'T CARE HOW HEAT IS TRANSFERRED.
OR HOW MANY TYPES OF BOILING THEY HAVE.
OR THE TEMPERATURE OF THE FLUID THAT COMES OUT FROM YOUR FUCKING TUBE.
I DON'T EVEN CARE HOW
THE AREA OF
A FUCKING CYLINDER
IS COUNTED.
SHIT.
THIS DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT AT ALL.
My brains are jammed.
Here I am, another day, studying.
I question myself,
Why the fuck am I doing this?
Why can't I just live the life that I love to live?
Why should I care what happens when air flows through a fucking flat plate?
The word 'engineering' disgusts me.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Hello? You there?
.
Hello 4 a.m.! My forever loyal friend.
.
I need to really start working on my finals. I'm procrastinating like fuck. It worries me.
.
I play too much when I'm not supposed to. I love to play. I just love it. It worries me.
.
My insomnia is getting worse and worse each night. I have no idea what the hell is going on with me. I don't understand my body. It worries me.
.
I need to suck it up. Start working like I was born to do so.
.
Tomorrow, maybe.
.
Hello 4 a.m.! My forever loyal friend.
.
I need to really start working on my finals. I'm procrastinating like fuck. It worries me.
.
I play too much when I'm not supposed to. I love to play. I just love it. It worries me.
.
My insomnia is getting worse and worse each night. I have no idea what the hell is going on with me. I don't understand my body. It worries me.
.
I need to suck it up. Start working like I was born to do so.
.
Tomorrow, maybe.
.
Friday, October 23, 2009
What's in your mind?
.
When I need to let my heart out, I know you'll be there to listen to me.
.
But during nights like these, I'm just like any other lonely people in this world.
.
Because I don't know how to let it out.
.
I just wish there's somebody who can make me feel at peace.
.
When I need to let my heart out, I know you'll be there to listen to me.
.
But during nights like these, I'm just like any other lonely people in this world.
.
Because I don't know how to let it out.
.
I just wish there's somebody who can make me feel at peace.
.
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