wanna runaway.
runaway from all this. runaway with you. runaway to another land.
i don't like this feeling of being pushed away.
i don't like you being cold to me.
you told me not to call/sms you until after SPM.
okay, i understand that you have to concentrate. so i shall not bug you.
you said thank you for the chocolates.
okay, you're welcomed but yet you sound so distant from me.
you asked me if i had bought the concert tickets, if not, you don't want to go.
okay, i don't know if Qian/Ru bought it but it'll be there for you.
if you really don't want to go, i will not force you.
but it'll be wonderful if you go together with me.
im tired.
i don't know what's wrong with me.
i don't know what's wrong with my mind.
i don't know what's wrong with my mouth.
maybe i miss you too much.
maybe i have lost my enthusiasm towards life.
maybe im just tired of being myself.
Please come and save me...
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