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STARRY NIGHT

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

And will you tell all your friends,
You've got your gun to my head.
This all was only wishful thinkin',
This all was only wishful thinkin'.


Maybe we, why don't we sit right here for half an hour?
we'll speak of what a waste I am and how we missed your beat again.
I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place.
to bridge the gap of this concious state that we live in.
I'm short on time.
how come you try and fit the shape of what they tell you.
but mostly what they show you.
I'm taking back all the things I said.
keep me filled in, I swear I'll come.
we walk alone, back home.
you're almost gone and I'm okay to give you time to be afraid.
I still see your shadow but never your face again.
I remember your presence.
I hope to God you come down.
I hope to God you feel this now.
I know there must be some way out of here and all of them will be
waiting there.

WRITING ON WALLS by UNDEROATH.


blasting from my iPod today is
(1) Underoath.
(2) Hawthorne Heights.
(3) Lamb Of God.
(4) Silverstein.
(5) Alesana.

for those who know these bands,
you should know how i'm feeling today.
for those who don't,
go fucking listen to these bands.
they are awesome.

anyway,
i realised i haven't really blogged for the past few days.
it's cos' i'm so freaking tired by the time i get home.
rawrr!
by the time i reach home,
i'll be like so fking tired even though it might not be 5 yet?

as you can see,
i decided to post lyrics again.
it was just stuck in my head when i was on my way home.
was thinking too much as usual.

and ian,
you're damn right.
you can like totally predict my emo moments already!
and thanks for being able to tune in to the MEL EMO MOMENT.

rawrr.
thinking too much is bad. ):

♥ MEL
1:32 AM