I have SOoooooo much to share, somehow i just coundn't type out my voice. Everyone is so busy with their life now, I find no one to share with, to cry on. Depress on nothing makes me kooky.
Just a day we met and you leave without saying good bye, is that an end?
Leaving me with no clue, freezing at the corner waiting for no one, no where to go...
Ask me never, non a thing I want to know. Left me unknown...
Just a day we met and you leave without saying good bye, is that an end?
Leaving me with no clue, freezing at the corner waiting for no one, no where to go...
Ask me never, non a thing I want to know. Left me unknown...
"I am not a child now.
I can take care of myself.
I mustn't let them down now; mustn't let them see me cry.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm to tired to listen.
I'm too old to believe all these childish stories.
There is no such thing as faith and trust."
I can take care of myself.
I mustn't let them down now; mustn't let them see me cry.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm to tired to listen.
I'm too old to believe all these childish stories.
There is no such thing as faith and trust."
Who cares in the end?




