Got no reason, Got not shame. Got no family I can blame. Just don't let me disappear. Imma tell you everything

Rabu, 06 April 2011

What Is It?

It’s driving me crazy
Something rip off my sanity
What is it actually?
It’s insane
But nothing to blame
Something disguistingly sweet fill me
Something out of rationality
What is it? What is it? Come and tell me.
I cant take it anymore
Everytime you hit my mind
My heart just beating out of line
Is it the L-thing ?
Come and tell me everything
Walk toward me and sing it, darling
Need to know how you feel
Do you feel the way i feel?
I know your heart is sealed
But I need to be healed
Love, love, love is something I need to feel.

Senin, 04 April 2011

Bitch in Uniform

Hey there, fella. It's been awhile since the last post. Ive been extremely busy with my school or to be spesific is im on my preparation for the national exam. Creepy, isn't it?
Pft..then let me forget about that for awhile. I have soooo many things to write but im stuck with where do i have to start with first?

Maybe the break-up-thing is the best choice.

I know it's kinda late to write about but it was pretty waste of energy. Now my (ex)best friend snatched my ex-boyfriend. The shameless girl has become the new backstabber of my story.

I really dont mind about they got together but something bothers me; the promise which she said to me was meaningless. It was nothing but crap. She said she didnt like him as a potential boyfriend, she was just best friends with him but you know almost every twat tells a lie.

I wrote rhynes for her, angry rhymes actually. Please enjoy B)


We used to be happy
While we sing it loudly
We used to be together
But you are the liar
We are still friends, aren’t we?
NO
You used to be my friend
But you stab me from behind
All the promises
I won’t keep anymore
Because you've made your self look like a whore
You are not who you are
You forgotten what we are
You are the bitch in uniform
In unusual kind of form
I wont come back
Because nothing left but crack
F-word for you baby
Don’t worry I will forgive you, sweety
But you must die in front of me
Now how is that, honey?