cheers to success people. :)
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
decision.
I'm not trying to be another angsty little pimply teen out there.
but seriously, Fuck Love.
but seriously, Fuck Love.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
It ends tonight.
Your subtleties,
They strangle me,
I can't explain myself at all.
And all that wants
And all that needs
All I don't want to need at all.
The walls start breathing
My minds unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight
It ends tonight.
A falling star
Least I fall alone.
I can't explain what you can't explain.
Your finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain
The walls start breathing
My minds unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight will make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Now I'm on my own side
It's better than being on your side
It's my fault when your blind
It's better that I see it through your eyes
All these thoughts locked inside
Now you're the first to know
pay-back time, fuckers.
They strangle me,
I can't explain myself at all.
And all that wants
And all that needs
All I don't want to need at all.
The walls start breathing
My minds unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight
It ends tonight.
A falling star
Least I fall alone.
I can't explain what you can't explain.
Your finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain
The walls start breathing
My minds unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight will make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Now I'm on my own side
It's better than being on your side
It's my fault when your blind
It's better that I see it through your eyes
All these thoughts locked inside
Now you're the first to know
pay-back time, fuckers.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
vindicated.
and everynight when i lie in bed
tell myself you ain't worth all this
you don't know.
but the tears trickle freely
that familiar warmth on my face
you don't know.
thought it wouldn't be a nightmare
but it seems to turn out the worst
you don't know.
thoughts of packing my bags
thoughts of packing up the dreams
you don't know.
tell me you don't need me anymore
i can't imagine fucking another
you don't know.
;but i'll be fine by myself.i guess.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Pursuit of Happyness... not happiness.
If someone (probably a guy) ever got you wondering how brainlessly insensitive they can get, my advice would be, don't bother wondering - cos it'll never end.
And if you think you can find someone more sensitive than the current lover, my advice would be, happy searching - cos a pussy would probably be much better of.
Bottomline is: go ahead and BE happy. If you need a sensitive person around you, that's because you NEED something FROM THEM. Cut that out. Live your life the way you want, do what you want, be the person you ARE. Unless you retort that you ARE an emotionally needy person. Then I'm sorry this isn't for you cos you will suffer from a tragic lack of whatever-it-is.
nutshell- probably the only sensitive part of them is their f*cking dickheads, of which, sadly, is the the only head they think their brain is situated at.
;and now you got your answer to why sometimes players get the girls all the time.and girls are still crying over them despite their infidelities and still hang onto the 'relationship'.the amazing element of sensitivity is the answer.
.Impermanence.
every breath is different
but each one keeps
you alive
the sun slides across the sky
the same way everyday
but the clouds
shuffle its rays
infinitesimally
kites are flown in the wind
by different people
but the breeze
points every possible way
imaginable.
they all take a different journey
and of which, rather often
when handled by most amateurs,
our kites never return.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Question of the century...
I wait for you OR you wait for me.
Differs in scenarios, but still... ... its either or.
And its pretty fucked methinks.
Differs in scenarios, but still... ... its either or.
And its pretty fucked methinks.
Monday, September 01, 2008
一个人生活 - 林凡
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