Sunday, November 14, 2004 @ 10:23 pm:
Hmm.. kinda stuck in melancholia. Thinkin sometimes, somethings juz can't be helped. Pple always believe in wat they want to believe in. But the fact tat wat one wants to believe in doesn't makes it the truth, to separate fact from fiction. Seems like a dream where we could act out wat and who we wanna be, shudder at the tot of wakin up to reality. Sigh, these are the times again, melancholy and deja vu..
A Night Like This
Hopelessly adrift in the eyes of my mind again
Down on my knees with my hands in the air again
Dreaming & staring in the memory of you again
But i never know if it's real
Never know how i wanted to feel
Never quite said what i wanted to say to you
Never quite managed the words to explain to you
Never felt it could get this real
And now the time has come
Another time undone..
so come on, tell me.
