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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCSXc5fSp7ImA9WhRaEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146496611198350098</id><updated>2012-02-13T03:57:48.925-08:00</updated><category term="change" /><category term="thought" /><category term="mistake" /><category term="love" /><category term="evolution" /><category term="life" /><title>words and life</title><subtitle type="html">&lt;i&gt; These are just Mad words... I have made them  grammar-less, orderless bunch of sentences but they aren't meaningless they sure aren't... :)&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsandhumming.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wordsandhumming.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146496611198350098/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Arshat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10109246668753963627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3D4oN8EVyEw/SdJ1qj5CjGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Jk332RM8vNM/S220/arsh.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/wDca" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/wdca" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCSXc_eyp7ImA9WhRaEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146496611198350098.post-2059891000459643028</id><published>2012-02-13T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T03:57:48.943-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T03:57:48.943-08:00</app:edited><title>An Offer I Could Never Deny!</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
Give me a price I could never deny&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day with no worries,&lt;br /&gt;
One day without memories,&lt;br /&gt;
One day with no sleepless night,&lt;br /&gt;
One day without day dreams&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just one day with no&amp;nbsp;one around,&lt;br /&gt;
Only one day with a little peace,&lt;br /&gt;
One day with my mind at ease,&lt;br /&gt;
Just one day with no lying around..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Give me one day to enjoy my breath,&lt;br /&gt;
A single day to smile at the sun,&lt;br /&gt;
One day to play with the wind,&lt;br /&gt;
A day to feel my heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That day to see clear things,&lt;br /&gt;
Day to forget my days,&lt;br /&gt;
This day with no broken smiles,&lt;br /&gt;
A day to cry with no dry eyes!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Give me that day I'll trade my life.&lt;br /&gt;
For that day I'll kill all life.&lt;br /&gt;
For the day of broken music,&lt;br /&gt;
Today I would do all sins.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This wish is so toxic,&lt;br /&gt;
but I would take it.&lt;br /&gt;
Just show me the way&lt;br /&gt;
I'll let all hell break loose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That day is the price&lt;br /&gt;
I'll sellout, just show me where to sign.&lt;br /&gt;
Just one day, for one day,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm ready to lose it all&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A day without debts, without questions,&lt;br /&gt;
without phony smiles, fears &amp;amp; sadness,&lt;br /&gt;
With no anger and hunger, with no thought of another day...&lt;br /&gt;
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Taken by a droplet,&lt;br /&gt;
I managed to survive.&lt;br /&gt;
Ashore now, I'm none here.&lt;br /&gt;
I lurk around with no identity.&lt;br /&gt;
The water dropped no pheromone,&lt;br /&gt;
and I'm a goner where I belonged.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No colony to work for.&lt;br /&gt;
No queen to serve.&lt;br /&gt;
Brain's got no hint, and&lt;br /&gt;
My feet's got nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;
Raised too proud, I deny killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;
Waiting for an unknown predator,&lt;br /&gt;
I wait for the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-8485698473366201104?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
Stupid thoughts and stupid words&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I'm done living that same old life&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
drunken nights &amp;amp; broken bones&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I'm done leaving blood stains.. on my clothes&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I'm starting now and alone&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I don't want to be in your stupid cloud&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
Should being a man takes it to be social&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I'd rather be known as an animal&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
yes I am him, the anti-social&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I'm done lying around&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I'm done dying to live&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I'm done being in line&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
No more living for you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
Search for life is so unreal&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
the minds are all so tainted&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
no point living a vegan - eating crap&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
Screw all, screw the world&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
people are so damn boring.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I can't stand them anymore.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
news reports and protests&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
dumb slogans and politics&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
it's all full of dirty lies&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I'm done pretending&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
that I care&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
Looking back I regret&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
having lived a shady life&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
with morale and rules&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
it was all so wasted&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I'm changing now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
There's a road up ahead&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
and there's one I came from&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I'm leaving them both&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I'm making my own path now.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
Don't care where I want it to lead&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
Don't want to turn back now&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I'm moving on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The old world that I leave behind&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
doesn't even deserve a goodbye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;
I m just moving on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know,&lt;br /&gt;
it's not long before I lose you forever.&lt;br /&gt;
This pessimist keeps thinking&lt;br /&gt;
how graceful would it be,&lt;br /&gt;
to have to mine,&lt;br /&gt;
forever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know,&lt;br /&gt;
it's not long before &lt;br /&gt;
I sit alone and cry.&lt;br /&gt;
regretting all that I had done.&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing you belong to someone else&lt;br /&gt;
and dying to dye than taking all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know&lt;br /&gt;
it was me who made this happen to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;
Making you dream of a life of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;
with me, and only bliss in it.&lt;br /&gt;
Dreaming about us,&lt;br /&gt;
just you and I.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know&lt;br /&gt;
I kept lying&lt;br /&gt;
all along, keeping your hopes high.&lt;br /&gt;
I should have let you go before it was late;&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't, for I was greedy to let those moments go.&lt;br /&gt;
Although, all along I knew it's not long before it all ended. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know&lt;br /&gt;
someday, I would have to go away,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
with nothing but&amp;nbsp; memories to hold on&amp;nbsp; to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
But it gets harder as time closes by. &lt;br /&gt;
I wish my mind goes blind and&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
you, remember nothing. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't know I would go so early,&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't know I would become a scar than a life,&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't know fate had something this cruel for you and I.&lt;br /&gt;
I should have known you wouldn't want to belong to someone else. &lt;br /&gt;
I'm sorry, I would have to go alone leaving you on your own.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being with you forever is all I've ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;
It's too bad, I couldn't let you know&lt;br /&gt;
how hard it's going to be to let go&lt;br /&gt;
and that, I'll never be able to &lt;br /&gt;
dispense you out of this life&lt;br /&gt;
and never replace you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-522703825550360316?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I go through this.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sorry I couldn't ask you how things are.&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't ask what's bothering you.&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't tell you to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;
Or just tell you it'll all be alright.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sorry I messed things between us.&lt;br /&gt;
I messed so bad; it's far beyond repair now. &lt;br /&gt;
I know we can't walk back.&lt;br /&gt;
So I've been tryin to remove the past. &lt;br /&gt;
But, end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;
it all ends up at exactly where I'd begun.&lt;br /&gt;
I just couldn't stop caring.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sorry again, for not having the guts&lt;br /&gt;
to tell you I'm sorry in person.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sorry again, for having the weirdest dignity.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm afraid I will be sorry,&lt;br /&gt;
if I don't say goodbye when I leave.&lt;br /&gt;
So here I say once again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-3443762920799275592?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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this keeps happening.&lt;br /&gt;
Taking me granted I'm cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;
Messing up with my dignity thing?&lt;br /&gt;
you're done.&lt;br /&gt;
You don't know me people.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm of a different class.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not cheap,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm dirty.&lt;br /&gt;
And disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;
This my friends are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
Wrong for three things.&lt;br /&gt;
First it makes me think,&lt;br /&gt;
then it get me angry,&lt;br /&gt;
and then I don't really like getting angry.&lt;br /&gt;
Getting back at you now isn't hard.&lt;br /&gt;
But that's not me.&lt;br /&gt;
But I'm not gonna miss some sweet servings of revenge either.&lt;br /&gt;
Revenge, buddies, is best served cold.&lt;br /&gt;
and time, dears, is a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;
It bides its time to use the full of me.&lt;br /&gt;
And it has never seen failure in me. &lt;br /&gt;
Watch your back better right from now.&lt;br /&gt;
Time will use the sly me on you.&lt;br /&gt;
You won't like it when it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-1931767189415912714?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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why do you hate me so much?&lt;br /&gt;
Everytime I get close to something;&lt;br /&gt;
you throw me away from it.&lt;br /&gt;
You throw me so far away&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't even find my way back to it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everytime I need someone so badly&lt;br /&gt;
You get them away, so far away&lt;br /&gt;
They wash those memories of me off clean!&lt;br /&gt;
Why do you hold this grudge on me?&lt;br /&gt;
Just because I never blame it on you&lt;br /&gt;
You think I don't remember you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everytime I'm so confused,&lt;br /&gt;
when I need that someone&lt;br /&gt;
to listen to me,&lt;br /&gt;
You make them so busy;&lt;br /&gt;
getting a glance from them&lt;br /&gt;
goes like blizzard in the desert!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everytime you show me a destination&lt;br /&gt;
with more than one road to take.&lt;br /&gt;
I always choose the one less traveled.&lt;br /&gt;
And it's getting harder and harder.&lt;br /&gt;
This time, I'm really not sure&lt;br /&gt;
if I even want to get to that place!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Whenever someone wonders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;why does this fate thing hate them so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always say that&lt;br /&gt;
this fate is a friend of none.&lt;br /&gt;
Giving you a taste of your own medicine.&lt;br /&gt;
I'll make people hate you and I hate you too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And here it is this time.&lt;br /&gt;
You're not fooling me around.&lt;br /&gt;
This time I decide my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;
I know where I want to go&lt;br /&gt;
and I'm taking the route I feel like taking.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes I said it, in your face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So hate me, hate me more.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't really care anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-8965068527168394602?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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that's who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;
Taking it easy, isn't really working out for me.&lt;br /&gt;
I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;
But it turns out I'm wrong; yet again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Guilt is the most deadliest punishment.&lt;br /&gt;
And when there's nothing to make it up to;&lt;br /&gt;
it's even more agonizing.&lt;br /&gt;
The way I hate myself for letting you down&lt;br /&gt;
makes me want to rip myself apart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes when I miss you madly&lt;br /&gt;
I go out and just start walking&lt;br /&gt;
with no place to go.&lt;br /&gt;
And I always end up losing my way.&lt;br /&gt;
Been lost a lot lately, just the way I lost you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But there're always ways&lt;br /&gt;
to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;
You don't know how desperate I am&lt;br /&gt;
to have just one single way;&lt;br /&gt;
to get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's weird but I can sense your presence at times.&lt;br /&gt;
It kills me when I don't look up and look at you.&lt;br /&gt;
Trying to just ignore!&lt;br /&gt;
Who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;
That's the last thing I could do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't even know why I write such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe because it's more like talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;
Reminds me of those good old times.&lt;br /&gt;
Clear days those were.&lt;br /&gt;
A loser I am to have it lost in time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder these days.&lt;br /&gt;
Would I get to say goodbye when I go.&lt;br /&gt;
For the last time and in person!&lt;br /&gt;
And &amp;nbsp;I don't see any prospects there.&lt;br /&gt;
So here I do it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If &amp;nbsp;you ever get to read this; please know that.&lt;br /&gt;
I really wanted to say it to you.&lt;br /&gt;
You may have erased me from your minds.&lt;br /&gt;
I haven't, you're not in my memories.&lt;br /&gt;
You are the memory and there's no one replace you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-8520189754675112350?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Been there before...&lt;br /&gt;
Being nice and being there,&lt;br /&gt;
For a friend or as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;
Staying there just being sweet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Done that before.&lt;br /&gt;
Everytime I let them down,&lt;br /&gt;
or &amp;nbsp;so they say so.&lt;br /&gt;
It feels so weirdly &amp;nbsp;weird.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why is it it's always me;&lt;br /&gt;
that even I myself blame on?&lt;br /&gt;
The nice guy face&lt;br /&gt;
is the most painful to keep on of all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And it's even more painful&lt;br /&gt;
when I try ripping it off.&lt;br /&gt;
It's just me, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it the world which's got issues?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everytime I go down this &amp;nbsp;bottomless abyss,&lt;br /&gt;
I blabber stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;
And everytime I meet someone new.&lt;br /&gt;
It happens all over again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And everytime I think that&lt;br /&gt;
this role is too hard to play;&lt;br /&gt;
I also convince myself that&lt;br /&gt;
it's too beautiful to say no.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup, I'm mental.&lt;br /&gt;
And I go madder when go through this.&lt;br /&gt;
And by God I swear,&lt;br /&gt;
this has always been the hardest to endure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And&amp;nbsp; yet I got myself into this hole,&lt;br /&gt;
one more time.&lt;br /&gt;
And I wish, just like the last time.&lt;br /&gt;
This would be last of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-6578928525855811641?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fun, it's always around me. &lt;br /&gt;
You provoke me to tickle your funny bone.&lt;br /&gt;
It's always been about me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But have you ever thought&lt;br /&gt;
why this guy reacts&lt;br /&gt;
the way I expected him to?&lt;br /&gt;
You think you really manipulate me?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We're all smart, we've to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;
You have your reasons and I have mine.&lt;br /&gt;
Neither of us would actually&lt;br /&gt;
blurt the intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I can give you clues.&lt;br /&gt;
Guess me if you're smart as you think.&lt;br /&gt;
Little obvious clues&lt;br /&gt;
you've missed noticing until now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Call all my friends; they're everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
Hear them say I'm one of their best friends.&lt;br /&gt;
I really am and they really are my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;
All of them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Different lives in different places.&lt;br /&gt;
You think you've seen the whole of me?&lt;br /&gt;
Close to me? You should've noticed by now. &lt;br /&gt;
The many faces aren't masks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How long have you known me?&lt;br /&gt;
Long enough to judge me?&lt;br /&gt;
Well then you would know,&lt;br /&gt;
I never underestimate people and you'd know why.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lives my friend are many.&lt;br /&gt;
For me and for you too.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know all of yours.&lt;br /&gt;
But you think you know all that I live?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You instigate and I behave they way you want.&lt;br /&gt;
Trust me, I know me better than you do.&lt;br /&gt;
And I know how to make me look&lt;br /&gt;
the way I look.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laugh at me and I would come up with an anger.&lt;br /&gt;
Laugh at me and I would steer into the skid. &lt;br /&gt;
Laugh at me and I would just ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;
I've got choices and I choose what needs to be chosen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You sir, think you always outsmart me?&lt;br /&gt;
Well yes you do.&lt;br /&gt;
Or do you? really?&lt;br /&gt;
Couldn't they all just be to deceive?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The worlds have always got more to explore.&lt;br /&gt;
There could me more of me than you actually know.&lt;br /&gt;
Try, if you really think you need to.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm honest, It's not really hard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Figure me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-4991223495684906547?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They come for a change,&lt;br /&gt;
they come as the change.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes for a reason, and&lt;br /&gt;
they be the reason sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;
They make things happen,&lt;br /&gt;
they show me different worlds!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They make me believe in things;&lt;br /&gt;
things I never even knew existed.&lt;br /&gt;
They're all so magical,&lt;br /&gt;
they make me think they're special.&lt;br /&gt;
And just always,&lt;br /&gt;
they walk away.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes with reasons and sometimes without any.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm so messed up,&lt;br /&gt;
sometimes I don't even realize how much they mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I'm such an idiot;&lt;br /&gt;
I never ask them to come back.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm never desperate, even&lt;br /&gt;
if they could change the wide world for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sure, some stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;
An occasional mail, or a call;&lt;br /&gt;
reminding me that they still&lt;br /&gt;
haven't destroyed me,&lt;br /&gt;
from their memories.&lt;br /&gt;
So inconsiderate I am,&lt;br /&gt;
I don't even think about myself.&lt;br /&gt;
If i had, i would've asked them&lt;br /&gt;
to come back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A fool I was to let them go.&lt;br /&gt;
A fool I am to think of them now.&lt;br /&gt;
Would a call kill me?&lt;br /&gt;
I suppose not, it's just that&lt;br /&gt;
being the loner seems more appealing. &lt;br /&gt;
Strange as it may seem;&lt;br /&gt;
but can't stop concluding that&lt;br /&gt;
they're better off without me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Damn my ego, damn my no expectation attitude.&lt;br /&gt;
They make me stay away&lt;br /&gt;
from such beautiful relationships.&lt;br /&gt;
Life, as it is has given me everything.&lt;br /&gt;
When would I learn to appreciate it?&lt;br /&gt;
I know I'm fun and I love life;&lt;br /&gt;
but contrary, I love loneliness greater.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
God save me,&lt;br /&gt;
at this rate I might destroy the world;&lt;br /&gt;
just so I can stay lonely. And&lt;br /&gt;
perhaps that's why you gave her! &lt;br /&gt;
God thank you,&lt;br /&gt;
for giving her to me.&lt;br /&gt;
Most beautiful of all I've had.&lt;br /&gt;
All I ask you is to make her stay.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She's the only cure, and&lt;br /&gt;
probably the only way;&lt;br /&gt;
you've given me to survive!&lt;br /&gt;
Let me keep her, please.&lt;br /&gt;
I swear I'll never let her go.&lt;br /&gt;
I've lost enough, but I haven't cried yet...&lt;br /&gt;
But losing her, sure will make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;
And I, don't like crying,&lt;br /&gt;
for people.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't ask for a life with everything.&lt;br /&gt;
Just give me a life;&lt;br /&gt;
and her wih me.&lt;br /&gt;
If you will so;&lt;br /&gt;
I will make everything,&lt;br /&gt;
to make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Keep me this way&lt;br /&gt;
with this numb heart and no pain&lt;br /&gt;
I swear to you&lt;br /&gt;
I will stay faithful to her.&lt;br /&gt;
And she, will see to it that&lt;br /&gt;
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They keep saying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Every stranger I meet,&lt;br /&gt;
thinks that I'm strange.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Every friend I have&lt;br /&gt;
thinks that I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything I do&lt;br /&gt;
pulls a lot of comments.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
Everytime they see me &lt;br /&gt;
they only try to improve me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's like they despise&lt;br /&gt;
the way I live.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like they're obsessed&lt;br /&gt;
with making me human.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like they think that&lt;br /&gt;
strangeness is only in me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But strange or not&lt;br /&gt;
I'm cool with all of that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But everytime they tell&lt;br /&gt;
that I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everytime I say yes. &lt;br /&gt;
I ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You say I'm crazy?&lt;br /&gt;
Yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm crazy like I'm strange.&lt;br /&gt;
Just like you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm crazy and I'm fun. &lt;br /&gt;
Are you not?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Damn no doubt I'm crazy!&lt;br /&gt;
But who isn't!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-2235980004779990142?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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How can one say that they know someone for real?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assumptions and presumptions,&lt;br /&gt;
will make one nothing but judgmental. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why doesn't anyone see that&lt;br /&gt;
all that glitters aren't gold?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We humans are the blindest of all.&lt;br /&gt;
We tend to look but not see. We do it often.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Imagination is the deadliest of enemies. &lt;br /&gt;
It makes one believe in things.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So conclusive and so decisive we are.&lt;br /&gt;
We confuse thinking with imagination. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Imagination, obviously isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;
Matters of perception are often proved incorrect. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here for instance, I have lives more than just one. &lt;br /&gt;
And all of them are real.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Instance here, you think you know me?&lt;br /&gt;
well think again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
what you see aren't almost illusions.&lt;br /&gt;
Stop imagining and start to think; there could be more. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You needn't find it all.&lt;br /&gt;
only try thinking that there could be more. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
An it's not always mandatory&lt;br /&gt;
to know it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-2098245850554484836?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know what's between us..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
are we destined to be like this?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're perhaps the only closest thing -&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
which doesn't make me all that senti!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its like you sense me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everytime I'm down,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
everytime I'm sad or elated,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
or just blindly angry;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you come visit me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes you drizzle, sometimes you pour down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And it's usually is par for the course&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;of my emotions!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Coincidence, correlation or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Name it,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With a thousand more words,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but I take it different.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's like there's a bonding;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
a special one. Between you and I.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're&amp;nbsp; the friend in need.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A best one indeed. Yes you are. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're so far away and yet&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So close, watching me always.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sensing what I myself am not sure about. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's crazy to even think about.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's like you do it all for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Smiling with showers when I smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thundering down when I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Moving with the wind when my heart isn't stable.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And best thing is,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I get my answers when you wash me with you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I make my answers when you touch me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You give me the kisses I've never gotten.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You remind me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who I am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its seems sadistic;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
not worrying about what the rest of the world goes through.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I mean, you're not always soft on them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But for strange reasons,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still want you more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And you always rip my nice guy face away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But the feeling is real when you're here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And the feeling says,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you care about me the most...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? sissy? I know... couldn't care less ;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rain, keep coming... partner..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You know when and you know why.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Keep coming.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't need a thing if you're here for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I don't care a bit,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
if you're the last thing I'd see.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'd close my eyes enjoying the pain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Sis, I miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;
We weren't really sentimental,&lt;br /&gt;
And we never really talked much;&lt;br /&gt;
much about stuff that actually mattered.&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn't a good brother... not even close....&lt;br /&gt;
I was never there for you;&lt;br /&gt;
when you needed me the most.&lt;br /&gt;
But you never complained!&amp;nbsp;You're the best.&lt;br /&gt;
Even to me; such a jerk I was.&lt;br /&gt;
Stupid, silly and inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You know I cared for you.&lt;br /&gt;
And you always tolerated me;&lt;br /&gt;
everytime I got overprotective.&lt;br /&gt;
Lame things those were...&lt;br /&gt;
I should've cared more...&lt;br /&gt;
more than I did for others.&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn't and now I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's all so crazy you know;&lt;br /&gt;
My kid sister just got married!&lt;br /&gt;
I keep telling myself tat it's about time.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet, it still seems so fast.&lt;br /&gt;
Kids were were yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;
You were the most envied in the neighborhood!&lt;br /&gt;
Cute, smart, nice to others and what not!?&lt;br /&gt;
It's all so fast. Faster than I had imagined.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You were always there for me to listen.&lt;br /&gt;
Fighting your frustrations within.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sorry I didn't see it all when I should have.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sorry that I had let you down so many times...&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sorry I'm &amp;nbsp;not the brother you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I realized a lot of things today.&lt;br /&gt;
It's your wedding and it was Beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;
and so were you...&lt;br /&gt;
All of these came flooding when I saw you cry.&lt;br /&gt;
I had mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;
I was happy, for I know you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;
You'll live the happiest life ever.&lt;br /&gt;
He's lucky and so is his family.&lt;br /&gt;
I was sad.&lt;br /&gt;
Because lately we hadn't spent enough time together.&lt;br /&gt;
And I knew that I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;
I'll miss seeing you during the monthly visits.&lt;br /&gt;
When I think about texting you at weird times;&lt;br /&gt;
asking you to wake me up early.&lt;br /&gt;
You know I held my tears back.&lt;br /&gt;
To you I always am the stronger one.&lt;br /&gt;
I will be for you.&lt;br /&gt;
I feel like crying now; but you know I'll never admit it if you ask :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You know me better, and you still care for me.&lt;br /&gt;
You're the best sister ever.&lt;br /&gt;
You know I always knew that.&lt;br /&gt;
I just never told you.&lt;br /&gt;
I regret a lot now.&lt;br /&gt;
I should have tried listening to you;&lt;br /&gt;
when I was busy trying to look after others.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not sure if all of that's &amp;nbsp;worth even remembering now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You know... you almost know everything I ever did! almost...&lt;br /&gt;
but you never hated me for the things that I had done.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe you liked me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;
I've never admitted this before sis;&lt;br /&gt;
I always liked you for who you are...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's about time for you to step in,&lt;br /&gt;
take the giant leap.&lt;br /&gt;
Because I'm sure!&lt;br /&gt;
God willing you'll live the most happiest and beautiful life ever.&lt;br /&gt;
And I will always be there...&lt;br /&gt;
Secretly admiring the way you do things,&lt;br /&gt;
and the way you live life.&lt;br /&gt;
Go on sis, you'll have it all.&lt;br /&gt;
And someday when I'm really grown up, you'll hear me say;&lt;br /&gt;
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But we notice not.&lt;br /&gt;
Some stay awhile and shower on us.&lt;br /&gt;
Some cover up the sun for us.&lt;br /&gt;
Some just drift away.&lt;br /&gt;
It happens around us,&lt;br /&gt;
and we never remember those clouds..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In my sky, there are no passing clouds.&lt;br /&gt;
They always stay. Always.&lt;br /&gt;
That's probably why I never see the sun.&lt;br /&gt;
Not that I'm complaining.&lt;br /&gt;
I cherish my clouds. Forever I will.&lt;br /&gt;
Only at times like this I realize&lt;br /&gt;
that it's good to see the sun once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm like one of them clouds in your sky.&lt;br /&gt;
Now I think I should have just drifted away&lt;br /&gt;
when I'd done with the showers.&lt;br /&gt;
But I like to stay, when I like the sky&amp;nbsp;or what's underneath.&lt;br /&gt;
What I saw below; floating on your sky;&lt;br /&gt;
made me stop, and stay.&lt;br /&gt;
I saw the most beautiful rose I had ever showered on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The rose most vulnerable in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;
Thorns all around the stem,&lt;br /&gt;
The cunning bees buzzing all over.&lt;br /&gt;
I thought perhaps I was sent to protect; mad thought.&lt;br /&gt;
After all I had seen and been through.&lt;br /&gt;
I still thought I should look after you.&lt;br /&gt;
From the sun, the thorns and the bees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had I realized that you needed the sun;&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn't have stood there.&lt;br /&gt;
Taking those angry hot glares .&lt;br /&gt;
Had I realized that you grew the thorns to save yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn't &amp;nbsp;have worried about it endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;
Had I realized that the bees cannot harm but steal the honey.&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn't have dropped those spells to chase them away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no intention. First time it was.&lt;br /&gt;
I failed to think; with my senses and not the heart.&lt;br /&gt;
Insanity at the worse: &amp;nbsp;trying to block the sun from getting at you?&lt;br /&gt;
Closing in on you: &amp;nbsp;to remove the thorns?&lt;br /&gt;
Thundering and pouring down: &amp;nbsp;to annihilate the bees?&lt;br /&gt;
Yes it is true; I failed to think.&lt;br /&gt;
About anything else. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Failed, to see that you had the strength.&lt;br /&gt;
Forgot to remember that,&lt;br /&gt;
You were fine on your own before I entered your sky.&lt;br /&gt;
To understand that, you knew&lt;br /&gt;
not just to survive, but to have a life as well.&lt;br /&gt;
Blind I was, and a failure,&lt;br /&gt;
failure as a friend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enough said and none done, yet.&lt;br /&gt;
I apologize one last time.&lt;br /&gt;
For all that's happened.&lt;br /&gt;
If and when, you ever decipher this.&lt;br /&gt;
I would be long gone.&lt;br /&gt;
Trust me one last time.&lt;br /&gt;
I've already started drifting away - from your sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-7468941667934288493?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Soulless is when one's dead;&lt;br /&gt;
No breathing in, No breathing out.&lt;br /&gt;
No regrets is of use then.&lt;br /&gt;
Being soulless cause no pain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mind, it just goes away.&lt;br /&gt;
Soulless body has no mind.&lt;br /&gt;
It might feel pain;&lt;br /&gt;
It cannot be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lifeless; a never thought truth.&lt;br /&gt;
Breathing in and breathing out,&lt;br /&gt;
Its all so hurt,&lt;br /&gt;
With regrets all left with it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where would it go?,&lt;br /&gt;
With no life but a mind to look after.&lt;br /&gt;
It might feel no pain,&lt;br /&gt;
But it does get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Poor mortal body,&lt;br /&gt;
With life lost and mind heavy.&lt;br /&gt;
Drifts with the thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;
Towards a destination unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Heavy mind's love to live&lt;br /&gt;
Adds flame to the fire.&lt;br /&gt;
Numb and weak are the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
As it continues to search life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Search for life,&lt;br /&gt;
Is what I do with time.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't live with this body&lt;br /&gt;
I exist; I search life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Expectations; can't recall the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;
Have not expected in a while..&lt;br /&gt;
I just move, I don't wish to hope,&lt;br /&gt;
But I search life. Can't stop it, I just do it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where is my life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-9133806518749460810?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Or to ask for a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know I was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know that I broke the trust.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this is certainly not an apology.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is just me, talking,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
like every other time; just talking.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This no plea for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know I don't deserve one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and I hate myself for letting you down anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I say that I'm strong,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but everytime I see you;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
is it guilt or is it shame?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it just love and respect confronting ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it's not just hard; it's painful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
way too painful than I had imagined.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thought I'd never understand hell.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I do now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everytime you pass me on trying to avoid my eyes;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it crushes the heart out of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is got to be hell.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The silence, the unspoken anger,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and the way you try to ignore me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Makes me feel like disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The only light is that it can't go any worse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
or could it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
could there be another hell worse than this?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm a big boy, I'll get over it&lt;br /&gt;
I've been there before...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had known that this would happen all along&lt;br /&gt;
but I never figured out how much would it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
Its time now, lets say it&lt;br /&gt;
how hard it can be to say goodbye goodbye&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If today's the last day, that you'd ever wanna see my face &lt;br /&gt;
Leave me with a smile in your face &lt;br /&gt;
Coz I don't remember yesterday &lt;br /&gt;
and there's no history to brag about &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If today's the last day that I'd ever see your face&lt;br /&gt;
close your eyes and walk away&lt;br /&gt;
Coz I don't want you see me broken &lt;br /&gt;
I'm much stronger than you think&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If what we have's the last day&lt;br /&gt;
I dread seeing tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;
Not that I can't move along&lt;br /&gt;
But I hate doing it this time...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's about time; lets just say it&lt;br /&gt;
Your eyes, your smile the way you make things happen&lt;br /&gt;
would be my first memory of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So turn around and just say it&lt;br /&gt;
Coz I don't want tears in my mind&lt;br /&gt;
It's just goodbye... goodbye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-1347564900435091774?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
and I decide not to look back ever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hideout, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but I keep stalking you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm lost,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and I try not to look for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For I know,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
where I would find me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I don't want you to know;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
that I'm in you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There's a million things I wanna tell you,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and there's a million ways to do that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I don't wanna tell you that,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sometimes, you make me really crazy;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and this is one of those times...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There's a million girls out there,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and there's a million ways to get them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you're the only girl;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I never tried to impress&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For I know, I can never lie to you!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's all the same since the day we met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I just don't remember anything before that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing has changed until now, but,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sometimes you really make me crazy,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and, this, is one of those times. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You've got a weird taste,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and a powerful mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You chose the downtown thug,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and you made him blabber all of this..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Girl this is one of those vain attempts,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
to really stay away from you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because you really make me crazy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and this is one of those times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-4290207550417251767?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Everything I see, I see you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And it looks so cute&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
makes me think of you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And everytime I think of you, I smile&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and I'm smiling like 24/7! :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
its like riding &amp;nbsp;through light&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
its so fast and I can't see how I'm moving..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm fallin through the clouds and&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but I like it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
madness, love or whatever..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this moment you're my girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and I like the way it sounds&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this is life here and now&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm living every second of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146496611198350098-556441270523167965?l=wordsandhumming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Its in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I realized, that the light&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Is always with me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Its what my faith taught me,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Its what my life showed me,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;its what the science proved to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Its in the darkness;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;12 past 50 in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I realized now,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;That I have the light in hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I just failed to see it at times!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;At times;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I used to worry, and&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I used to plan my actions&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;When in case I go blindfolded in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But I forgot to think that,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I would always have the light in hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And I just have to show it to my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Now I see it;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm not ashamed of the ignorance I had,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm rather proud of how I dealt with my past.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And I am absolutely sure now&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;That I would do&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Everything I've ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I am me, and I've got everything in me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So does everybody.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Thats how the system is,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Thats how the system works.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And we're the system;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I am the system.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And this is how I'm goin to be..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And I'm happy about it :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;One moment I see the light,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Its the end of the tunnel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The next I see, its gone..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I keep asking these questions to me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;which even to me seems so senseless.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I guess the day I get answers; The day I would pass away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;This side of me; the pessimistic side of me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;pops up when untold things unfold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Pushes me down into that bottomless abyss again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;When things happen to me, I'm not shaken.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;When something reaches the people around me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Life gets sick when I do nothing about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Fighting and surviving, all sounds good,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Until you have to fight for someone to survive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Its not hard, its painful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Every move I make is so heavy,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I can't give up; its not my fight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;And I don't know how to deal this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;When others' fate play with you, Life stinks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;And thats when&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I wish&amp;nbsp;I were never born&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I don't like to be here as me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;So weak and So naive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I wish I were mad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;If this is how things are goin to be,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I don't expect to see the future.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I wish I didn't exist.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Let the future expect me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;to play with my nerves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I wish I won't feel it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But the present I'm in,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;pulls me in so hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I wish I'm more strong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I wish things won't go wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I wish I deal these carefully.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I wish I become the old me again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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