This might be my last chance So maybe I should take it I just hope you're listening To everything I'm saying I miss the long drives, the car rides The bad fights, the good times The way you make me feel Will never leave my mind Think of you later in my empty room Where I, I will fall asleep alone Think of you later in my empty room Where I, I will fall asleep alone
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Written on: Thursday, July 13, 2006 Time: 11:00 AM
have you ever cared for me? don't pretend to be nice and talk to me only when you realise that i'm unhappy. maybe you know i'm unhappy cos of you, so you bother to comfort me, but please. it doesn't help anymore. seriously, it's just like taking a knife and stabbing it into a pumping heart, and then walk away. later you turn arnd and realise that the heart is not pumping anymore, and this is the time when you run back and try to revive it. but does it help? NO. or maybe yes in a different situation. some things aren't within our control but there're certain things that we can actually change it by putting in more effort and time. but once you've made a scar, it's very difficult to cover the scar and pretend that nothing has happened. i seriously hate the way you take things in your hands. i pretend to smile in front of you sometimes but once i've reached my limit, don't ask me why i've changed.
ah, i'm feeling terrible.
Written on: Thursday, July 13, 2006 Time: 11:00 AM
have you ever cared for me? don't pretend to be nice and talk to me only when you realise that i'm unhappy. maybe you know i'm unhappy cos of you, so you bother to comfort me, but please. it doesn't help anymore. seriously, it's just like taking a knife and stabbing it into a pumping heart, and then walk away. later you turn arnd and realise that the heart is not pumping anymore, and this is the time when you run back and try to revive it. but does it help? NO. or maybe yes in a different situation. some things aren't within our control but there're certain things that we can actually change it by putting in more effort and time. but once you've made a scar, it's very difficult to cover the scar and pretend that nothing has happened. i seriously hate the way you take things in your hands. i pretend to smile in front of you sometimes but once i've reached my limit, don't ask me why i've changed.
