I wish we could open our eyes,
to see in all directions at the same
Oh what a beautiful view,
if you were never aware of what was around you.
And it is true what you said,
That i live like a hermit in my own head.
But when the sun shines again,
i'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.
Sorrow drips into your heart through a pin-hole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty and half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown.
Your love is gonna drown.
6 comments:
hello! how you know i've 2 blogs? oh my oh my, i thought it'll be a secret cause i didn't tell anyone about my other blog yet before. goodness and you found out! whees~ haha, good man to have a job at this point of time, how much are they paying you as what at where?
:)I requested for $8 per hour and they agreed promptly!
I'm working at an industrial area in amk, where most of the Bangalah workers reside! Haha! I have many Indian worker friends now! It's hilarious! My boss name the workers from 1 to 39 out of convenience! You know, indians have pretty long names! Haha!
oh my, damm hilarious! how's your job so far? oh my, $8 is quite high, should have request for more! haha, you know like what all guys will do, porn.
Hahaha! Porn? Why? Yes $8 is quite high, so i didnt wanna request even higher la..pai seh also=D My job's a doldrum! Repetitive task ongoing everyday, never ending.. but the people there are nice la..So, at least, it's balanced out! Haha!
heys! i change my blog url. relink me! www.mylife-shanice.blogspot.com
Shanice: Sure dearest!:)
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