when i lose myself oi think of you.
i guess my time's up?
i was glad i played a role in all of your life.
even if its minor. one week left,
and it has already feel like its over.
time to pack, see you guys around just dnt forget to say hi if we bum
each other.
i rather sit by the ledge, snoking with my best friend right now.
sooner or later, moving on is norm.
every six months change claass. sigh,
i know i have to find the right moment now,
if not, everythings gonna slip away like how like how the trumpetier blew the wrong
note during the concert. ruining the whole atmosphere.
instrumental.
OUH WELL.
ciao.
Labels: menses