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In an hour of weakness, you'd still believe; to try
Do this one thing for me, make up some stupid story.
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Sean, 310892ngjunkit@hotmail.com Several years and we were right, The things we did and tried, Experiencing different waves and tides, Even if it meant we’ve cried, It’s inevitable for us, To begin to rust, Breaking the thread wasn’t bad, One of us will bring the thread, One will set us back, Soon, We’ll run on the same track; Should we always miss the chance to see? Beneath the mirror lies a scene Bringing us into a whirl Is that what we deserve? We all know we each own an Otherworld — Just a guy behind the smiles Archives
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Saturday, March 12, 2011
Finale. It's was before the holidays we first met. During so, you were the only one kind enough to celebrate my birthday despite the exams. From so on, we talked about things from day to night. Hanging out day and night. Talking about the future like we had a clue, but never planned that one day, I'll be losing you. . Obviously, you've forgotten about the five year pact. The pact that says we'll still be good friends. I tried keeping that, but you're not. Previously, I should have told you how much you meant to me as a good friend and now I've paid the price. . Here I thought, we can keep all our promises, like it's us against the world. But you turned your back for some chick. Like whatever we said was pure nonsense. Seriously, I thought you were the one of the most dependable, loyal, considerate, understanding person who won't turn your back on your friends. But apparently after our last talk, you lied. . If given another chance, I would seriously try to make you stay. So I don't have to say you were the one that got away. and tell everyone that now you're just a memory. A past. A story. A story that ended based on lies and pain, and that the five year pact never ever came to light. I gotta walk away first. It still hurts. If you'd treated me like a real friend, you would have done something about it. But you didn't. This is my final post for you, dude. A finale. |
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I'm losing patience, waiting on you to believe
Cause.. I'm just restless |
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