on broken wings im falling
on skinned knees im bleeding

argh. can my mom come home quick. she's gone to the dentist and im suppose to wait for her to come back so that i can bathe. cos she's giving me some lame flowers to bathe in. some flowers my grandma got from the temple. some HOLY-FLOWERS i guess. but the holiest thing she can do now is to let me bathe! im feeling hot (yes HOT. HOT! real HOT.) and sticky and uncomfortable cos im still in my lame school uniform.

i wanna pon school tmr but im not sure if its gonna work out. cos i wanna stay at home and do some serious revision to prepare myself for tuition after that, and for the mid years as well. school is shit tmr. just maths (which is just revision) and english (which is sit and talk) and chinese (revision) and hist and ss (which can be done sitting your ass at home, moving your eyes frm the left to the right infront of your book). but then i've got to sit for the make-up english test that i missed ages ago cos i was insomniac. yeah, insomniac's the word. well if it makes sense.

but anway here's a song i wrote rather long ago. after Sunken Ground (this is our song) of course. but i think its rather recently as well. so here goes... oh yea, DO NOT FUCKING STEAL THIS ALRIGHT. COS ITS NOT YOURS, YA?

Withering Rose

which way to go, i don't know
i wanna stop running, but to nowhere
can't the world just stop revolving?
will my heart stop beating?
keep my mind sane, im falling slowly

i need to know where the end is
but its just too far away
why can't i see it like everyone does
am i out of my mind?
have i gone insane?
perhaps you'll tell me what went wrong
or have i got only myself blame
deep in my, is my refuge
a hiding place to my soul.

decision's a curse, a plague onto myself
a moment of folly to a generation of wrath
have sin gotten too much to us
what do we seek through what we go through
just like not knowing why i hate
but you're just a letdown
your behavoir is despicable
your mind the root of your craftiness
perhaps a perfector of all lies
magician of truths

give it up, when will everyone find themselves
its such a struggle
we've lost ourselves since we were young
always wanting to be somebody else
but where have my soul gone to
to the hearts of 'myself'

i'll break down before you
with tears on my cheeks
like a withering rose
looking its best at its worst.