like a guitar, there are 6 strings with a heart. but once any of them snapped, it wont be a piece that brings out a sound.
i'm gone with the dead.
a life that i'm experiencing again.
that i thought it would not be back again.
seems like nothings new.
even if they do, i must be dreaming.
so what if am busy all day long.
i could not keep my mind still.
running my brain dry.
with everytime i plot.
leave myself with drowning thoughts.
i ain't making a scene.
a song would not be nice if there isnt any feeling in it.
just like how musicians gave up their scores and sheets when they lost it all.
a dream that you want to have it but its so hard to find it.
say every words that sucks me in.
i knew it all along. thanks for nothing i guess.
excuses are commonly used from you.
i've heard it all and no, i won't be surprise by those reasons again.
period of time will end soon but it's the reasons that you are trying to put behind on a surface.
i hate you.
i hate you so much.
i can't believe you actually appear.
blame it on myself.
not anyone.
but me.