you feel like everything is in movies.

hours gone by, the pain is still here. building up homes with bricks that no one could possibly demolish. why is this happening? i wonder. aren't we all?

john mayer did a good job on putting me to sleep. he has the power. why can't there be a guy like him? so dreamy, so perfect, so out of the loop.. why does everything has to be so ordinary? why can't this one time, things turn out differently?

it took hours to search for a someone to point fingers at. couldn't find any. what i am feeling right now, you might not understand. you might not be able to interpret or judge. come on, be my loyal spectators. its a free pain show. watching a live tumbles upon slowly.

its you, you start it all.
you, i miss.