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

Friday, August 25, 2006

How do you love somebody who's not there?
How do you know if they care?

Would it make a difference if you walk away now?
Would you feel the same way i do, taking this last bow?

Perhaps, it's meant to be.
Or maybe, it's just me.

Cos i'm always feeling depressed.
All these feelings, i've repressed.

I never thought about your feelings
I'm always in a daze, always reeling.

I can't ever make things right.
What should i do to last through the night?

So before you leave,
Take this last bit of me...

I've been trying to reach you
cos I've got something to say
but you're talking about just nothing at all
and you're slipping away


We were crying together
it was a long time ago
before you walk out that door
and leave me this way
just hear what I say


You make me feel
you make me real
for the rest of my days
in so many ways
you make me feel


I've been trying to leave you
why should we go on like this?
but my heart can't breathe
when I hear you say
it's better this way


Ten thousand light years
away from you
keep thinking maybe its time to let go
but by the end of the day
I still want to say "do you"

With love,
Yanee

-----------------------------------------------------------
<~ perfected ~>
@ |1:57 PM|

Comments: Post a Comment