Sorry seems to be the hardest word
So goodbye, these days are gone
And we can't keep holding on
When all we need is some relief
Through these times
Maybe i had been too umsympathetic and callous recently, severly lacking in humane qualities.
Everything happens for a reason and yes, come&go is a pair of couple that will never separate. Not you&me.
I wished i could just shrugged it off my shoulders, feign ignorance and wave goodbye.
But you deserve respect.
Promises is synonyms with emptiness
Nothing ever comes out right.
Alright, thoughts are meant to keep to oneself.
I havent regret anything, and do move on with life.
Rest assured times with you is worthwhile and enjoyable.
Time dont stop and life goes on.
You deserve better.
This time I think I'm to blame
It's harder to get through the days
We get older and blame turns to shame
'Cause everything inside it never comes out right
And When It Rains...
You know i really hate growing up, like waking up every morning and realising you are yet another day older. Really really stinky, like monkey shit that kind of stink.
Because the older you grow, the more you see, and the more you see, the higher probability of you chancing upon obnoxious happening, and i can tell you people, it is not very healthyyy. If i can gorge my own eyes out, dettol-ed it and put it back, i might grumble less now.
I mean seriously, life is so ironical and ambiguous. When we are young and little, still chewing on our little lollipops and little finger. We aspire to grow up, be a man and talk about our big bullish dream, to be a doctor, a lawyer, the president and blahblahblah big guns. Then we fumble around in school, thinking that civil & moral education lesson is actually a good period to catch forty winks. Then along the way, still pretty ignorant of how the society is like and still somewhat clinging on to the aspiration you've made during your younger childhood, you wish to get out of the government shithole, pop into the workforce and earn bigbucks.
Then then then, you grow older and start to get in touch with puberty and everyday without fail, you will peep secretly to your left to see how your classmates mammary gland is measuring up to. Ahhhh, then this is where it all change.
Instead of talking about your lifelong everchanging ambition, boys' conversation topic will forever be gaming la, soccer la, whose manhood is bigger and stronger la, whose dreamgirl is the hottest la, how that girl will look naked la, this and that, that and this, dont forget to throw a shitload of vulgarities between everyword.
Girls' conversation would most likely be ( im assuming, i dont know because i got phobia for girl) about their 28 days menstrual cycle and whether anyone have some kotek to spare, how cute that guy from that class look, how bitchy jane sound when she speaks, mary keep singing and whining abot her little lamb and maybe trying to fabricate lies that they dont know guys actually ejaculate white substances call semen.
Not yet done, at this stage, we probably sick and tired of studying and all we want to do is have fun, late night out, no curfew and probably instead of fulfilling your doctor dream, you dream about what colour your hair should look like after you graduated.
Well, not entirely my life story, but pretty much yours. Hah. And now when we starts to work our shit off everyday, waking up only to find our boss face on the dartboard. We look back and starts to recaptured our long lost ambition and then wonder why we are still bumming around as a underpaid lowest commanding lifeform.
Pretty sucks to have to be bothered by how drastic rice and commodities prices are rising, have to think of way to catch mas selamat so as to be handsomely reward, doing charity to Singapore pools hoping for the million dollar jackpot, sucidal thoughts popping through your head every now and then, how the government makes everyone think they love their people by giving them money once or twice a year, but actually they suck more than to puke.
Life is so hectic that its pissing everyone off, that people have to train for olympic runs during the interchanging of train, that we have to take quick bathe and still manage to squeeze in time for a quick jack off.
Really sucks sucks sucks, sucks so much that i start to suck cheap thrills. Aye, cheap thrill isnt very cheap after allllllll, see, you get my point!
Alright i have been spending way too little time with my lover recently and she grumbling for me now along with my pillow children, Here i come Beddy. Nights you obnoxious asswipesssss.
