Wednesday, July 02, 2008
look away, dont stop looking,
i am now standing on the edge,
i still cant get over with the guilty feeling,
dont you know, my heart still aches,
choking on the first words i've said,
i cant speak, cant hide my own feelings,
my bones potruded out my skin as i wait,
i will wait till you find me here,
maybe people will laugh at me
but i dont find it funny anymore,
maybe people will laugh about it,
but i dont find it funny anymore,
are you out there somewhere?
somewhere someone misses you,
i will walk with you to the city,
just like you always wanted me to,
here i am, sitting on my own grave,
waiting for your turn, to lie beside mine,
didnt the world treat you just right?
if i cant live with you, i will die with you,
i used to think, its all about fate,
but i guess, its about each individual,
no one was blessed with perfection like yours,
a face that could launch a thousand ships,
and i know people will laugh at me
but i dont find it funny anymore,
and i know people will laugh about it,
but i dont find it funny anymore,
will you ever find me here?
will you ever find me here?
its getting late and i hear my ghost calling,
this is the last time, i will touch your face.
10:22 PM