i want it to come
but then again i dont want it to come.

it doesnt bother me or not whether you are there, what you do.
cos it's become so routine that i dont get pissed any more.
okay. maybe i do get pissed. but that is so rare

i was betrayed.
we were all betrayed.

stop running away.
you know what. i think most of the problem lies in you
it's just psycological
it's just you.
and it just irkes me that whenever i tried to depend on you,
i get utterly disappointed.
i could almost predict that it was going to happen
but decided to ask for help anyway.
if not for my plan B, everything would have failed.

i feel like crying every time i see him
i feel like dying on the spot straight away.
im like lost and freaking out like crazy.
okay. i am crazy.

it's so beautiful, it's like perfection.
it's so pretty that nobody should play it just in case we ruin it.
and the audience should be given copies of scores and let the music run in their heads.
music's the universal language
but when you're not fluent in it,
you express a totally different meaning altogether.
or is there no message, just only a picture for you to interpret.