tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54053793962720155972024-02-19T22:06:09.195-08:00You Killed Yourself, Blonde.can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-3113852038519476212010-05-10T02:32:00.000-07:002010-05-10T02:33:42.502-07:00Now It's Been Forever. :)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">He</span> started searching for a path. :)<div><br /></div><div>Thanks. </div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-2418229110370690922010-05-04T00:10:00.000-07:002010-05-04T00:22:56.345-07:00Now That I Know. :")<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); ">"Everything happened got reasons."</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I've known why they had come to my house and opened the lost folder. It was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">him</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">He </span>was the one who'd asked the kids to do so. I demanded, I knew that was stupid but it wasn't what I wanted to do. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">He'd</span> known about the past. So he avoided me. Because he said he realized that he couldn't--take care of me like the way you did. And again, he was--<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">leaking</span>. And he said that he wouldn't want to talk to me properly because he knew I wouldn't avoid him. And that's that. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But still, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">he</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> left. </span></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-76932124237992535252010-04-30T04:31:00.000-07:002010-04-30T04:32:52.866-07:00It's That.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Happy Birthday, love. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I know it's kinda late. I'm sorry. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">But Happy Birthday. </span></span></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-58097583175199854912010-04-26T08:10:00.000-07:002010-04-26T08:44:47.920-07:00Stills.It feels so weary I can't even close my eyes to take just a brief nap. And since I know I've got a kind of stupid idea of how to be communicating to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">you John, I won't</span> be sleeping any sooner. And as I couldn't resume reading the Van Alen Legacy any longer, I was thinking of you even more. <div>Tell me John. </div><div>How can I make myself forget that kind of sweet scent of your hair? It smelled so--like the smell of the grass after the rain. So clean. You knew that. And your hands always smelled like the rain. Though they were once nourished me with soothing serenity. And it warms. </div><div>It's crazy, I know. It's like a wave. Electrocuted me since you weren't here. Or maybe you are watching me. How could I ever know? </div><div>Well let me tell you. </div><div>Maybe, well--probably you should've been concerned about your health since--uh, since you were here. Since you were--by my side. </div><div>Because, um, you were infected by some kind of--<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">disaster</span> disease. You hadn't eaten much huh? That you were so busy--taking care of this hopeless corpse. Which had caused, uh, you were drained. Your red blood, as Steven had personally informed to me. </div><div>I'm currently sick by yours. </div><div>Seriously. And I apologize for blaming you for the last post I've written. </div><div>It was my fault that you'd been too <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">drained</span> out. Like I was some kind of monster, which had caused you--sick. That you're a Conduit. I'm sorry. </div><div>But I--I'm sorry. For everything I've said. I just feel so lonely. I feel like a kitten. A lost kitten. That people keep kicking without even bringing her home. </div><div>And Cue. He's still a student. I can't expect anything from him. </div><div>Even if he's started to act as if he were the only one who could stare. No. Even if he looks much like you. Even if he lets me pick things I want. </div><div>But he's not like you. He's not EVEN you. You always have been mad at anything stupid I did. </div><div>Cue's not. He's such an ignorant. He just--a rebellious teenager. While you were such a noble person. And he's just sixteen. So it seems just too awkward to be speaking to him as he's been living in Prince Albert for quite a long time. Considered as American. Canadian. Yeah. </div><div>How come you both were so parted?</div><div><br /></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-5925334590813889312010-04-26T06:02:00.000-07:002010-04-26T06:28:21.841-07:00The Feelings Died.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">It's the end of April. And I've got words to present. You will like it, John. It's your birthday on the April 30 and it has been almost a month since you've been gone. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Tyler had vowed his love to Chaste so heartily that sometimes it makes me cry when I reread those words. Because they are reminding of you. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">“With Romeo and Juliet, it takes one night to fall for each other. But it took me one second to sense that you’re The One. So we’ve got each other, angel.” Tyler quoted with a dazzling smile he’d planted by the corner of his curved brink. Chaste blinked. She never had thought that this kind of chauffeur-kind-of-boy somehow had made her dazzlingly hypnotized by his good looks. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">And she didn’t even realized that she’d sobbed. And she was embarrassed by that. “Shakespeare’s much huh?” She laughed lightly and covered his eyes. Not to show the tears. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Tyler pressed his lips together. Knowing that it was a matter of time. Not having the urge to leaving his soulmate. We were bound to one another. And it was a destiny nobody could’ve rebuked. Nobody could’ve resisted. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">“What did you expect me, silly? Van Gogh didn’t quote. Pablo Picasso? God, you’re too into aristocrats blood-bounded! Don’t be, I used to have Shakespeare’s words here.” He buried his lips on her neck and that was it. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">She’d realized that it was her choice. Leaving Reid. Choosing a path. An eternal path with Tyler. Because she knew that Tyler’s next birthday was his Death. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And surprisingly love, Steven approved the last word. Why?</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-86385498408118730742010-04-24T16:02:00.000-07:002010-04-24T16:10:21.855-07:00Momma Asked Bout You.<div style="text-align: center;">It wasn't very easy to lie to her. So I just said. "He's gone back to Verona. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But Steven's here. Still and his cousin came."<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And she was like, nodded her head and stared. She could know that I was lying. She sensed something fallacious in my words. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm afraid, John. They've known my past. They'll probably tell my mom about that. I'm scared. </div><div style="text-align: center;">What shall I do now?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Come and help. Would you be willing to just see?</div><div><br /></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-30356446094571458232010-04-24T02:41:00.000-07:002010-04-24T02:51:17.829-07:00He didn't Present.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); ">I've guessed that you would hit </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); ">him</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "> on his face if you were here. I've already guessed that. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But if you were here then, I wouldn't bother to love </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">him</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Didn't you notice all these consequences? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">It's okay. I've got a thing to quote. :")</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">If you are stolen from me, the way to have you live is to never stop loving. Buildings burn. You're gone. But your love is forever and it never dies</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I love you. I really do. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">It's kinda late but I love you. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Because I breath through you now. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And I love you. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I love you</span>. </span></div><div><br /></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-70976946295631934862010-04-22T21:43:00.000-07:002010-04-22T21:45:55.829-07:00You Were Lying On Your SideI've to hold the moment. The moment of being a loner at school.<div>I don't know when all of it to end. </div><div>I just love home accidentally. Because the outside hurts me even deeper. </div><div><br /></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-67580317617994494512010-04-22T04:15:00.000-07:002010-04-22T04:30:47.979-07:00They Betrayed Me. Help.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">They came to my house. For a discussion. I don't have any idea what kind of discussion they tended to discuss. I don't have any idea. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And when I told about </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">him</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> to one of them. She exposed it. Reading what I wrote. Reading what I carved. It's like being raped. Being exposed to people. And I don't know why I have to feel so jittery since it's not my fault. It's their fault. They betrayed me. They just wanted to know everything about me. Even my privacy. Even about you. They've known about you. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Don't you see?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">It goes even worse. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">He </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">pretends not to know me anymore. Ever. I don't know why. Everything seems too hard to face. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">How can I ever stand alone? They've betrayed me. They know about me. About the blog you left. About our story. The past. They've known all about it. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">They found the folder. My diary. I had to delete the memories left in the folder. I had to. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Even I didn't want. They knew all about me. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I'm exposed to those fools. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">How could they find it? So they came on purpose. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I had to delete all my memories with you. My past with all my buds. And the suffering. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I don't know whom else should I cry on. Lonesome. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Talking to you like a crazy people. Yeah, they say it's no use. They say I'm stupid. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Yes I'm stupid. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">They can say whatever they want. They don't even care even if I cry out loud. Because nobody cares. Why should I cry in front of them? Nobody will come and treat me like what you did before. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">He</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> turned away. Cue feels like so far away from me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Help me. I'm sorry if I cried. But help me. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I just need you so I have the confidence. I'm lack of confidence. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Help me. </span></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-36012711682684047402010-04-20T02:20:00.000-07:002010-04-20T02:21:15.612-07:00"Death ends A Life. Not a Relationship"In your 2009 diary. You've planned it earlier. can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-86994606319842776622010-04-20T01:32:00.001-07:002010-04-20T01:45:07.463-07:00I'm Confused.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">John, you came. You finally came. Last night. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But it's hurter than what I've thought. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">You said this. "You used to captivate me by your resonating light. As your wound won't seem to heal. There's just too much that time cannot erase. Because when you cried I wiped away all of your tears. Because as you screamed, I fought away all of your fears. And I held your hands through all of this while."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I just remember that all. But there're words--some words left. Like--"hate--left--" you just talked about </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">him. A</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">nd bla bla I can't remind. If only I could record that dream. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Why did you came saying all that to me? You did nothing. You and yourself said that. I'm not gonna pay your deeds even if you had made some. You said it was nothing. You did nothing. You just hurt me and foremost yes. You hurt me the most. I don't know why I have to feel so mad on you since you came. You just emerged and went off. Like I was a stump. A dead shadow. You're dead. It's you who are dead. Not me! Please don't say that again to me! You made me feel blamed! You made me feel jittery for this. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">For losing you. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone. As my bud had told me to. Because then I always hoped you'd come but you weren't coming. Until last night. In my dream. After I lost my hope. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Why did you do that? Don't you love me?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">What do you mean to tell? Is there anything else you didn't tell? I thought we were family. We ARE family. A devastated family though. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But I love you. I've been alone all the time. I'm sorry for this. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">It was your stupidity made me</span>. </div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-81692012789510744522010-04-19T04:38:00.000-07:002010-04-24T02:53:03.605-07:00Last NightAs I was saying dear, Masquerade prom night. Cue met his friend. I've wondered if you knew Helen. You never tell. The Palace of the Golden Horses is some part of your dad's share. You never tell. About Cue. He's been kinda nice to me. He just took me cocktails, mask and the mannequin gloves for me. And it was awkward that I didn't dance. No, I don't dance. You know that well. I don't dance. But I feel really small and absurd when he looks at me. You never made me feel so. But he did. He itinerants to TANARATA. And it's so near. We're so near. <div>Help me so that I can't fall for him. </div><div>Because I've promised that I'd always love you. </div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-44012021084898369812010-04-18T02:59:00.001-07:002010-04-24T02:57:04.456-07:00"You Have a Choice. Live or Die."Like what you've said to me. I wondered if you were there yesterday. I didn't fall. They said I ran awesomely. Cue seems not to avoid me anymore but he always sounds so cold. He's a thickheaded. Like you. But in a different way. Way too different. can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-63157478953510327902010-04-16T07:31:00.000-07:002010-04-16T07:33:21.196-07:00Support My Legs for Tomorrow.If only you would be there. Your ghost. Like Hamlet's father. <div>Support my legs for tomorrow, John. I beg you. </div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-18144965833778685732010-04-14T05:19:00.000-07:002010-04-24T02:55:37.515-07:00If you Were Here, Then--<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Masquerade. Hide your face so the world will not see you. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>I'm on a Masquerade prom night this Sunday. With Cue. If only you were here. I'll sway beneath your breath. Smile sheepishly under your flushing cheeks. Entwining hands like a tight knot. And butterflies will rise in my tummy. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">He </span>left. </div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-6994447522218545892010-04-12T01:07:00.000-07:002010-04-12T01:22:34.779-07:00I Take It Every Day.Have you ever wished to see my wrist now? <div>Thanks for leaving me with all this suffering. I know you didn't know the truth that you hadn't had enough red blood. But thanks. </div><div>I'm being poked by the wires everyday into my blood vessel. To get enough red blood. Can you imagine? Everyday. You must be thanking Steven. But Cue. He's changed his school again. Into TANARATA. Because he wants to--listen, he doesn't have friends, okay. He's so quiet. He's so, uh, unlike you. You both are not alike. Totally. </div><div><br /></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-85738168111789219252010-04-08T00:11:00.000-07:002010-04-08T00:30:04.534-07:00Is This The Main Reason Why you Did This ?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Cue seems so cold to be with me. He calls me The Jinx. But it's not as hurtful to be acknowledged by a fact that you left. You are killing me. I mean, your life's killing me. Even deeper. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">You didn't realize that you left me with pain. I don't want to tell that The Pain is sadness. It's not sadness. Maybe not for now. Though it's so quiet. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">But it's about you before. You didn't realize that you've got more white blood than the red one. No wonder I still turn paler from day to day. I thought it was because I mourned for you. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">But he called me back and he told me everything. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">John, you're killing me. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">How do I suppose to keep myself alive without you like before?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Why is there always</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"> test</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"> for me? One after another. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Just like what I lost. I'm losing all of you. </span></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-71844830635312066532010-04-06T08:03:00.000-07:002010-04-06T08:17:22.880-07:00It's your Cousin.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Cousin Cue, John. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">He didn't know about </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">you</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">. And as I've already guessed, his eyes are also charcoal colored. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">He inherits that color of your eyes too. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But it got kind of absurd to be looking at him. His stare full of hatred and vague stuff I can't figure out. I know you won't be replying, John. You don't have to. Even if I ever wished you would. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And uh, You never told me that he's a dark-haired guy. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">He's a whole different thing of you. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">He doesn't like these networking things. He doesn't even want to touch my Apple. He looks more or less like you. Better be said; more like you. But dark-haired. That's the difference. The only difference. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I don't tend to compare you to him. Because I'll just mock myself too. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Let me tell you a thing; he looked so tired. His eyes were swollen up. He loves iced-soda so much. And I hate to tell you this; he was even a hacker once until one day he got caught. I guess that's that. That he stopped bothering about these things on Internet. :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Anyway, I love you. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">he</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> is leaving. Everyone's gonna leave. We're torn apart. Even you and me. I've got company. Cue. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Wonder if one day--he's gonna--leave too. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">"Life isn't fair"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">My bud's quote. </span></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-12659736119674579592010-04-01T05:48:00.000-07:002010-04-01T05:58:23.746-07:00I Saw Him John. I Saw Him.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; ">His eyes can be rolled 360 degrees. I'm serious. Don't you dare to laugh at me. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And I saw him crying yesterday evening. After the cross-country event ended. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">After the school ended. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And he was staring. He was glaring with those cold eyes. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">My heart was throbbing so badly yesterday I wanted to scream out loud. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">He was wearing plain black shirt. Sleeveless. He was so quiet. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Everyone was cheering. But he didn't. He was just behind me, pretending not to noticing me. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">His eyes were looking down. Playing with his fingers. I kept glancing at him severely. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">His friends were bugging me. And I saw his jaw was gritted. Really, John. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And then he disappeared from my sight. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I didn't see his smile. My girlfriends were cheering for him yesterday. He looked so mad I didn't know why. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But he was crying, John. He was crying. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And today, he changed his seat from staying near the window. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">As I was strolling in the area, his head was on the table. His hands covered his head. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Sleeping, I thought. He loves to sleep, I know. F5 boyfriends tell me. They kinda helpful. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But he was crying. He was crying. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Why did he cry? Why is he so quiet? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">What's wrong with his eyes?</span></span></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-29574018389249611812010-03-27T18:42:00.001-07:002010-03-27T18:50:44.326-07:00I Plead.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">You always dropped by every night. Just to check on me. <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Saying I was reckless. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">You always had been here when I slipped. When I fell. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Always had been here when I cried. Embraced me in your protective arms. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Always had been here when I lost my mind. When I didn't have the idea what I was doing.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Always had been here saying that I was crazy as I was helping myself to be like my friends. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">To get myself belonged. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">But you protested it. But your resistance was kind of futile. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Because you couldn't help it. You couldn't force me to. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">You used to be here holding the knife for me as you were scared I might cut my wrist. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">But that was funny though. I won't do something like that. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I have my own faith. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">You used to shout at me when you saw my colored claws. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">And cleansed my claws so gently, so softly though you were really mad that time. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">And you used to assault a sharp glare at my buds while you fetched me from school. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Since you've been gone. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Nothing like that has been intruding my silence. </span></span></div><div> </div><div><br /></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-4456352855031976452010-03-27T17:56:00.001-07:002010-03-27T17:56:35.776-07:00imissyouverymuch<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzAsBFj4fR8&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzAsBFj4fR8&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></span>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-57822150531873944752010-03-27T16:47:00.000-07:002010-03-27T16:56:47.171-07:00Baby I'm Missing You.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">You didn't come. You didn't emerge last night. <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">It's hard to accept your absence. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">What did I do to deserve this? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I need to feel you holding me. I'll say this over and over again if you haven't present. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I can't keep on living like this. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">You didn't want me too. I plead; just appear in my dream. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">If only you were here, I'd let you do anything you want. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ruffling up my hair, playing all those DVDs, tuning into channels I hate. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Anything. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I just don't know what to do with myself. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">It's so different to keep on without you. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I'm not going to leave if you weren't here with me. No. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">"We've built a great family". Yeah. That's what you said. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But I deny it. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">It's a devastated family after all. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">It's hard for me to tell you I do love you. Though it's easy for me to fall for someone. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I would've given you anything. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">For one last time, say goodbye. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">You didn't. You just left. Leaving me alone. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I never feel this lonely. I feel so lonely. So lonesome. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Annoyed by my sisters. Ignored. What else? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">There's just one thing I wanna know. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Why did you want to hurt me so bad? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">This way. </span></span></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-13213462638815621392010-03-27T04:09:00.000-07:002010-03-27T04:15:20.791-07:00I Can't Stand Looking at those Pictures<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"Don't cry, hun. don't cry"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">T___________T T________________T</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I told ya I wouldn't obey ya. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">T________T T_____________T T______________T T______________T</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">This is annoying but I won't obey. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Speak to me. Tonight. Even in my dream. I need to see you. I love you. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Take back your life from me. </span></span></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-5700126423658785212010-03-27T03:59:00.000-07:002010-03-27T04:08:20.405-07:00I Need To Feel you Here So I Can Write<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">My both hands are freezing. Because of you. <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">My brain's frozen up. Because of you. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I don't know what to write. I don't know how to continue Chaste's journey. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Because Tyler's already died. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Tell me what should she have been doing without Tyler by her side. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">He's dead, already. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Can't you see that I always write to you without you replying?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I'm insane. I've gone insane. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Did you know how much it's hurt to be missing you? I love you. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Goddamn, I love you. I say it. I love you. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Why didn't you bring my CDs along? So you could reply me whenever I asked.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">About your blog you left. And that hurtful song on my laptop screen. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">That painful lyrics. It's hurting me. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Because you were describing your life. But I don't loathe you. I need you. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Why did you have to go while I still needed you?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I breathed for you. But not for now. I don't know. Because you weren't here. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">You're at fault I turn this way. And still, I love you. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Why did you have to go since it was me.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">It was me, John. It wasn't you. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">You cried too. You cried the time you created the blog you left. I could feel it. I could see it. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Though I looked like a dead corpse on the hospital bed. But I felt you cry</span></span>ing.</div><div><br /></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405379396272015597.post-77510335691477849832010-03-27T01:53:00.000-07:002010-03-27T02:05:53.127-07:00Why did You Leave Anyway<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I always have wished the same thing whenever I woke up and to see you there, John. <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I always have. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Did you ever think what I've wished? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"Never thought that we've ever met"</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And if you could hear me now, I miss your love so much. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And I miss that smile you used to plant on your brink.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This is stupid, I realize. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But I don't know what to do. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It's so quiet without you here in my room. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'd rather give your life back. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'd do anything to make you come back. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I don't know what to do with myself. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'm lost. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I don't know what ice-cream flavor to choose, which movie should I watch, where should I go. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I told ya I'm lost. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But you're stupider. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">You lied to me. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">You wanted to leave me. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">There was someone before you wanted to die for me. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But you urged on it. You lied. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">But I miss you. I wanted to return your life. I wanted to feel you. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Because you're out of reach. You're now nowhere to be seen. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Nowhere in sight. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Now tell me what should I do now. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Except studying. Don't reply me I should stop crying for you if you ever want to. Because it's your fault I'm lost. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Blonde, I'm lost. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It's your fault. You shouldn't have to go away. Shouldn't have to leave me like a kitten that had lost her mom. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'm lost. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Everything. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I lived for you. I held the pain because of you. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But you just left. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>can't even suck the airhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07437431494290565077noreply@blogger.com0