When I turn my head around, look through the door
a song plays it's rhythm inside my head
I paused, and keep on living my life
But the rhythm never stops
The song brought along the person who was attached to it
Yellow shirt, with the cigarette smell
Unheard missed calls, with the taste of medicine
Pale face, with a sunny smile
It's a messed up life in the past
Life is not all that sweet
2 comments:
somehow im having a hard time guessing what is this about 8) thats why i always think your blog is very mature. as in for deep thinking lol :D
XP Sometimes only me can understand what I write. LOL, you can just ignore if I write like this ;P Don't think anyone know what i am writing of~
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