Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
'Cause you don't love me any more.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Sunday, April 08, 2012
"I need you more than anyone else on the entire planet could possibly ever need you.
I need you to take care of me, to put up with me, and most of all I need you to love me, 'cause I love you."
-Homer Simpson
I need you to take care of me, to put up with me, and most of all I need you to love me, 'cause I love you."
-Homer Simpson
Friday, April 06, 2012
Well, I can't do this, I can't do that.
I can't comment on your facebook, no matter how much I wanted to tell you that everything's okay.
I can't tweet about/to you, no matter how much you need someone there.
Might as well just morally support you from behind the scenes.
Which I always have.
I can't comment on your facebook, no matter how much I wanted to tell you that everything's okay.
I can't tweet about/to you, no matter how much you need someone there.
Might as well just morally support you from behind the scenes.
Which I always have.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
I'm going insane just thinking about you.
Sigh.
I'm thinking of you all the time, girl.
The reason why I can't really face you straight is because,
I know, you were once there for me, you once loved me,
I was your everything, and I just threw it all away.
Sigh.
I'm thinking of you all the time, girl.
The reason why I can't really face you straight is because,
I know, you were once there for me, you once loved me,
I was your everything, and I just threw it all away.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
do you know how much i feel like commenting on your facebook,
telling you everything would be alright,
commenting on your every post,
assuring you that you're not lost, and i'll be there.
I'll be here.
sigh.
telling you everything would be alright,
commenting on your every post,
assuring you that you're not lost, and i'll be there.
I'll be here.
sigh.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
I miss cooking noodles for you,
or making your favourite scrambled eggs.
As I lay on the bed,
I think of the time you fed me your porridge while I was having a hang over.
You took care of me, you nurse me back to health.
All these painful memories,
Just keeps coming back.
or making your favourite scrambled eggs.
As I lay on the bed,
I think of the time you fed me your porridge while I was having a hang over.
You took care of me, you nurse me back to health.
All these painful memories,
Just keeps coming back.