Sunday, May 17, 2009
sorry sir, i didnt quite hear you,
this song is forever stuck in my head,
yes, look into my eyes, time is not kind to me,
i feel old yet this year is my final teenage year,
i treaded the lane where couples used to romance,
now, they looked at me liked as if i'm a stranger,
my childhood years are depressing but lets not,
start it all over again, i'm over it,
where am i going? i'm out to look for answers,
to why people let go of us when we are closer,
and hope for them to come back when we are gone,
is there any satisfaction? and what is the purpose?
i learnt every little imperfections are the perfect,
things that we learnt to adapt and learnt to miss,
when they are dead and gone,
so, i'm out here now trying to bring you back.
6:16 AM