Thursday, July 02, 2009
i find myself back to a place; so familiar.
th people are different,
but they're of the same.
seeing, hearing.
circles.
I've completed my round.
and I find myself back to you..
can i skip this part?
pls. you're not the same.
you're not the boy i loved.
seems he died a long time ago.
&no i don't wna redo this.
'cause nothing's gna change.
i loved you so, it hurt.no thank you.