Clone Wars Day-17

So you sailed away

Into a grey sky morning

Now I’m here to stay

Love can be so boring

Nothing’s quite the same now

I just say your name now

But it’s not so bad

You’re only the best I ever had

You don’t want me back

You’re just the best I ever had

So you stole my world

Now I’m just a phony

Remembering the girl

Leaves me down and lonely

Send it in a letter

Make yourself feel better

But it’s not so bad

You’re only the best I ever had

You don’t need me back

You’re just the best I ever had

And it may take some time to

Patch me up inside

But I can’t take it so I

Run away and hide

And I may find in time that

You were always right

You’re always right

So you sailed away

Into a grey sky morning

Now I’m here to stay

Love can be so boring

What was it you wanted

Could it be I’m haunted

But it’s not so bad

You’re only the best I ever had

I don’t want you back

You’re just the best I ever had

The best I ever has

Aisyah's at her chalet, Fatin's at her chalet, She's havin' fun a Sentosa. 3rd blog entry today!

A sudden case of writer's block just hit me just now, I was at a lost as to what to type out, it was something like a poem but I could only remember the first two lines. It went something like this,

wait, ok I forgot the entire poem now. Crap, it sounded real good just now. Anyway, I'm back from Toa Payoh, went for my grandfather's mass. Had dinner after that.

I talked to Jo-nose in the late afternoon. It seems her life is just goin' downhill, everyday something new crops up and makes her even more sad. To tell you the truth, I've never been happy from seeing people suffer, but this is one of those exceptional cases that I'll let slip by. I was like baskin' in happiness when she told me all that happened to her. I mean, what goes around, comes around. It's just a pity that she got more than what she gave me. Happines derived from suffering, such and irony but also a truth. See what happens when you phunk with my heart! You get yours torn out and stomped on.

Those word still haunt me till today, "I'd rather stay back, do nothing, let the feelings fade and give up rather than do anything." Words can be sweeter than honey and can hurt more than a gunwound.

Words.

Words.

That's all I hear, no phrases, no sentences, no paragraphs.

Words.