always.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

You grew up way too fast

And now there's nothing to believe

And reruns all become our history

A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio

And I won't tell no one your name

And I won't tell em your name

I think about you all the time

But I don't need the same

It's lonely where you are come back down

cedar.
the comfort i get from back there.
no not the entire part of it
but when i know i can just turn around...
and smack aishaparrtner's arse,
exchange breathetaking hugs w cherrmummy,
hook arms w eli tan,
smell the distinct ralph lauren on elvis,
hear fatima's screamings or exclaimation of some sort,
get tickled by bellawella,
see hairin delivering smoochies to people in klass randomly n suddenly,
and the list goes on.

these days, im feeling so stifled
restricted n restrained.
and when i glance around me,
i find myself looking into the eyes of strangers.
the crowds of human
blurred faces
mocking gazes
the plastered smiles
courteous conversations
the strained emotions.
people who i not know n will never know
people who judge with childish minds
people who think they know it all
people who think they understand

to talk, it has become a burden
tryin hard to make everything sound nice,
putting words together so they would come out right
if not, triggers a game of broken telephone
oh the complications..

it's choking me.


MELISSA 120689 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 November 2008 Bituwin - template Dementee - image	Tuesday, April 25, 2006 You grew up way too fast And now there's nothing to believe And reruns all become our history A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio And I won't tell no one your name And I won't tell em your name I think about you all the time But I don't need the same It's lonely where you are come back down cedar. the comfort i get from back there. no not the entire part of it but when i know i can just turn around... and smack aishaparrtner's arse, exchange breathetaking hugs w cherrmummy, hook arms w eli tan, smell the distinct ralph lauren on elvis, hear fatima's screamings or exclaimation of some sort, get tickled by bellawella, see hairin delivering smoochies to people in klass randomly n suddenly, and the list goes on. these days, im feeling so stifled restricted n restrained. and when i glance around me, i find myself looking into the eyes of strangers. the crowds of human blurred faces mocking gazes the plastered smiles courteous conversations the strained emotions. people who i not know n will never know people who judge with childish minds people who think they know it all people who think they understand to talk, it has become a burden tryin hard to make everything sound nice, putting words together so they would come out right if not, triggers a game of broken telephone oh the complications.. it's choking me. 12:07 AM ·