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Tuesday, 29 July 2008
Undiscovered

4Am and xxxxx calls me since I'm still wide awake.

"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake? I don't love xxxxxxx. xxxxx is not my cup of tea."



Preluded.



At a time, in situations
When you want a thing more than you should. You would fall. You would crumble. By picking up the pieces from the storm

That was when you said, "You least expect it"
That was when you asked, "How did we get this far?"
So far.
That was when I wanted to correct it but I guess there's nothing wrong with being wrong, at all

I can't do it any other way. Repeat.. I'd do it all the same way. And I won't justify. One more time. And I can't do it any other way, repeat every single word we said And it's fine to complicate it. Complicated it's all I've ever known. I was there. Did you see me?frozen in a flash put on the wall.

Now is when I guess, "I least expect it"
But I will never ask, "How did we get this far?"
My God.

Even if I doubt for just a second. I can still find the right in being wrong. So wrong


So yeah, we walked through the doors, so accusing their eyes. Like they have any rights at all to criticise. Hypocrites.

You're all here for the very same reasons.

Baby look,

Cause you can't jump on the track, we're like cars on the cable. And life's like an hourglass, glued onto the table. No one can find the rewind button, baby. So cradle your head on your hands, just breathe.

"Just a day. Ain't been sober since October of last year."

Strange.



Here in my eyes, i can tell you've been down for awhile but my god, it's so nice to see when you smiles. I wish to hug you. But maybe I'll just write about it.

There's a light at each end of the tunnel and I shouted cus I thought I was just as far in as I'll ever be out. And these mistakes I've made, I'll prolly just make them again.

If only I try turning around and see. Now, you can't be found.

If i get them down on these spaces, its no longer inside of me. Threatening the life it belongs to. I feel naked in front of the crowd. Because this words in my blog, are screaming out loud. And i know you'll use them, however you want to.


But you can't jump on the track, still.


There's something here. In a way, in the way that we're moving. Reminiscents. So, you've taken these pills. Just to fill up your fucking soul. And you're drinking them down with cheap alcohol. And I might be inclined to be yours, for the taken. And part of this mess that you're making, but me, I'm the catalyst.

my wake up call baby? i missed perfections.

When you say love is a simple chemical reaction, cannot say I agree. Because my chemical, yeap, they left me a beautiful disaster.

Still, love is all i see. mad about you, but now, you can't be found. you were the first for everything. unconditional


So now, I'm taking these pills to fill up my soul. And I'm drinking them with cheap alcohol. And you'd be inclined to be mine for the taking, you're part of this terrible mess that I'm making but you, you're the catalyst. You'll be the thing. You'll be the pain. You'll be the star. You'll be the road, rolling below the wheels of a car. And all the thoughts, oh god, don't know if I'm strong now.

You'll be the catalyst.



Do you wanna go? Still wanna go?


Tuesday, July 29, 2008

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