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17 July, 2006
The Lover And The Liar
Solitaire - No Use For A Name
I can pretend for you
that I mean every word said
it's true
That I'd probably rather be
like a stranger in disguise
And act as if nothing ever
Died or faded away,
got lonelier with age
And time isn't on our side
I'm sorry to take
the thoughts that keep you awake
And make it seem like they're overrated
You certainly talk about me more when
I fall down
And when I get up
my time is never enough
Loved in front behind my back hated
I guess it has everything to do with luck
I can defend the truth
but I sound like white noise to my friends
As I raise my glass to you
In a stupor we speak words
That couldn't be more honest
Lies we lived before
are fights without a war
I'm dead when it's in your head
I'm starting to think that all the buoys we sink
Are cutting our chances of being saved
I see that the end is all we have to let us know
I'd like to believe in something more than a dream
For when the will to be one has faded
I guess the truth will soon be deceived
My friend that isn't there
My solitaire
Hey. Todae was tha Listening Comprehension O Levels. I sat at tha front, ryte near tha radio. Heh. Think i'd score only 16. Tha questions were lyke tough shitz. Haha. Here's tha thing, i was lyke god-damn ready fer anything to happen before tha exam even started. But then, tha DJ broke out tha freaking news dat Siti Nurhaliza was reali, reali, reali getting married next month!! And with someone consider old enuff to be her dad!!! Isn't dat frustrating?! My whole focus suddenly got diversed because of dat. Man, wad a way to start a exam.. Hehekz..
She took tha paper todae. Never thought she's a higher MT student. Well, things might never work out between us. Dat's tha reason why i hate falling fer someone. Been writing lots n lots of poems about it and last nite, i think i made a masterpiece. Haha. Imran, thanx fer rating it.. Be posting it soon. Chill.. :)
reminisced;
- 8:57 PM
