a for amanda. the playlist keeps changing but i do not.
i like what i do whatever i always do. dancing in the rain, sucking it up. gimme the sun now, i'l love you to bits.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
I'm torn into millions of pieces
Between the matters of what one shouldn't indulge in right now.
My blood is pumping into my arteries
So hard
So furious
It could be the wine
But I only had a sip of it
I'm surrounded by the four walls
And I don't feel tired
Staring at them
'Cause it's all in my mind
Illusionary visions
They make my mind
Go mad.
-by Me (Low SiMin Amanda)
P.S It's all about my conscience. And it's private matter. The only thing I can say is that: I'm not tired and those 2 matters are bothering me. Though the 2 matters (if opened to you) may seem absurd.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
I'm torn into millions of pieces
Between the matters of what one shouldn't indulge in right now.
My blood is pumping into my arteries
So hard
So furious
It could be the wine
But I only had a sip of it
I'm surrounded by the four walls
And I don't feel tired
Staring at them
'Cause it's all in my mind
Illusionary visions
They make my mind
Go mad.
-by Me (Low SiMin Amanda)
P.S It's all about my conscience. And it's private matter. The only thing I can say is that: I'm not tired and those 2 matters are bothering me. Though the 2 matters (if opened to you) may seem absurd.