the roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet ~aristotle~

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Words That Haven't Been Defined

This is why I made this simple stoopy blog.

There was a time and place, where I never thought,
I'd leave my own hometown,
But those days finally, are dead and gone,
It was never my intention to stay there,
Oh no.

There was a concious effort played by me, to disown anything I see,
There was a girl I knew, way back when,
Who says she doesn't know me anymore.

These are the lies the things you never mention,
These are my past mistakes I'll stay away from.

These are my thoughts written down on paper,
It's my only savior, from not saying what I want to say.

These are the thoughts that are on my mind,
Moments that haven't yet been defined,
And I don't know if you could ever understand.

These are the things I can't say when we were alone.

There were countless hours on the telephone,
My ears were ringing from the dial tone,
There were flashing lights, people staring,
There was nothing I could ever do.

These are the lies the things you never mention,
These are my past mistakes I'll stay away from.

This is the truth, the only time you'll hear it,
I write it down because it seems so hard to say it.

These are my thoughts written down on paper,
It's my only saviour, from not saying what I want to say,

There are my thoughts that are on my mind,
Moments that haven't yet been defined,
And I don't know if you could ever understand.

These are the things I can't say when we're alone.

Truth of My Youth
New Found Glory

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memelioo said...

like it ! rapi loh masutaa...

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