the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Strangers

Everything you do
Says that you are leaving me
Everything you say
Shows you don't believe in me
How was I supposed to know
This was gonna hurt a soul
You and I are strangers
You and I are strangers

Everything I feel
Proves there's nothing left in me
Everything I hear
Takes away the breath in me
How was I supposed to know
This was gonna hurt a soul
You and I are strangers
You and I are strangers

How was I supposed to know
This was gonna hurt a soul

You and I are strangers

Haiz.

Why things lyk this?

You never tell me what's wrong.

Of course, I'm spectulating.

Because what you say, sorry, what you don't say, just shows that we're breaking up.

Just gimme a chance to know what's happening.

I'm lost, in nowhere.

Where do i stand in your life?

Tell me you love me.

I love you so much, it hurts that i don't feel your love anymore.

I still wear the beads and ring.

But you don't wear them anymore.

How to not be insecure about all this?

You say that you not free.

But when i call, you're with somebody else.

When i message, you don't reply anymore.

I know, this few weeks are very crucial.

With your work and IVP.

But if you could just spare me just a bit of your time for us to talk thru stuff,

I would so appreciate it.

I need you like all the essentials.

Why can't you understand?

If it's about a third party, tell me.

You say you'll say it to my face if you don't love me.

I'm asking you now, if you have at least the feeling of love for me, tell me straight up.

I can't take it, seriously.

Feels like i lost a limb.

Really.

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