Sitting alone in my room, feeling the time passes by.
With the sound of wind gusting by, it seems empty.
Yet my mind is filled and full and I'm trying my best, I'm trying my best.
To make use of everything that I have and what is left.
Now, I'm talking to myself,
I'm talking to myself.
This is the time when I need you the most.
This is the moment to take my step.
*Random thoughts filled and it's making me hard to complete this piece. huh.
ntar
ReplyDeletei cant seem to finish this.
ReplyDeletenot when i start with you words.
i tried to be empathetic, and i end up altering the whole wording.
*sigh*
wanna read my version?
Try me. Shoot 'em. =)
ReplyDeleteStaring at the ceiling, talking to myself
ReplyDeletebut the only answer I get is the heartbeats
resonating in my ears
Since there's too much of nothing
My head is devoured by this emptiness
And I don't know why
I try to pull myself together
with what's left of me
pieces of my sanity scattered in the memories
sometimes I wake up in the morning
with the thoughts of you filling my head
and still I don't know if they are real.
Now that you are listening,
I tried to say this as beautiful as the meaning of your existence to me
but words failed me
as i'm a puppet and my feeling is the ventriloquist.
ah~ i am no lyric material.. *sigh*
yeah, and my brain really IS scattered.
ReplyDeleteThey're beautiful. really. Feels so close. I think, I should ask for your YM. Should I?
ReplyDeleteowh.. really?
ReplyDeletemy ym. well, sure. ^^
ilham_comma@yahoo.com
faiez ali?
ReplyDeletebuat Luna:
ReplyDeleteyes yes. why?
just wanna make sure ^^
ReplyDeletehm..
ouh. haha. okey. =)
ReplyDelete