Mixed Feelings of Elation

My ship went down,
In a sea of sound
When I woke up alone,
I had everything
A handful of moments
I wished I could change
And a tongue like a nightmare
That cut like a blade
In a city of fools
I was careful and cool
But they tore me apart
Like a hurricane
A handful of moments
I wished I could change
But I was carried away

My lungs gave out
As I faced the crowd
I think that keeping this up
Could be dangerous
I'm flesh and bone
I'm a rolling stone
And the experts say I'm delirious

Give me therapy
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
You can take back your misery

Arrogant boy
Love yourself so no one has to
They're better off without you

Arrogant boy
Cause a scene like you're supposed to
They'll fall asleep without you
You're lucky if your memory remains

Give me therapy
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
You can take back your misery

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Dear  Emy,

                      Stop confusing me with all the ' i think we should be friends' . i hate it when you say that. come on Emy,

i've showed you that i love you. forget abt jiayan. i have to admit that she is the best that i have ever been with, yet. you

wanted this relationship back but you didnt put in the effort. you know, i always calm myself down whenever i get angry with you.

as a girlfriend, you should know how i feel right? i know when you are angry, i would calm you down. but you didnt feel what i feel.

maybe you are too young, idk. you dont understand. but your friends do. if a break up is wat you want, i dont wanna see you anymore.

Yours Truly,

      Syafiq.

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Dear Superwoman.

Memories are like a piece of glass: beautiful, fragile but yet dangerous.

when you break it, it will shatter into piece, and every slices of the glass, which was ever so beautiful minutes ago,

will turn into sharp blades that cut your skin.

When you risked everything for me, you were happy. not bcos we survived

but because we survive as in our dictionary, the word I or You never exists.

its always Us or We.

Superwoman, one day, when we are eighty years old, and we see each other in the streets,

will you still remember me? or will you see me, think for a few minutes and then said out another person's name?

for i am nothing but a glancing memory in your recollection of memories.

Why? Why must i forget you?

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long long time never type. LOL. i have been fucking busy these days.

yeah, attachment. Fucked up larhh sey. hahaha. taken 3 days MC and twice late for work!

LOL~ i will get terminated soon. fuck man fuck. everyday after work will always go lepak.

with salihin, adib, yat gala, dany and sometimes along with his gf, who i only know as meen. not hot. hahahah!

shhhhh~ anyway, im tired of typing. i'd rather play Combat Arms. LOL.

sayonara pumpkins. i cant wait for Halloween Party! LOL~

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