Tuesday, April 10, 2012

sicker than it is.


Give me everything I want and still you 
can't make me happy.
cause I have my own troubles 
and its so quiet, like cancer.
It is a cancer. 

Some passes by,Some I pass them by. Road is still the same.
So familiar but still new-to this old feeling.
Reminds me of forgotten faces and memories; of someone who was lost, lost in time.
Still, we carry on. 
Some passes by,Some I pass them by.