boston
in the light of the sunis there anyone?
oh it has begun
oh dear, you look so lost
eyes are red and tears are shed
this world you must've crossed
you don't know me
you don't even care, oh yeah
she said
you don't know me
and you don't wear my chains, oh yeah
essential yet appealed
carry all your thoughts
across an open field
when flowers gaze at you
they're not the only ones
who cry when they see you
you said
you don't know me
you don't even care, oh yeah
she said
you don't know me
and you don't wear my chains, oh yeah
she said i think i'll go to boston
i think i'll start a new life
i think i'll start it over where no one knows my name
i'll get out of california
i'm tired of the weather
i think i'll get a lover
and fly him out to spain
i think i'll go to boston,
i think that i'm just tired
i think i need a new town
to leave this all behind
i think i need a sunrise
i'm tired of the sunset
i hear it's nice in the summer
some snow would be nice, oh yeah
boston
where no one knows my name, yeah
where no one knows my name
where no one knows my name
yeah boston
where no one knows my name
- augustana
hello there.
i feel like talking a walk now, but it's 3.20am. and i have school later on. besides, i don't have the luxury of having friends who stay near me and who would take a walk with me. well, mel would. but he's sleeping. and he's injured. sometimes i wished i was invisible. at times like these, it would be particularly useful since nobody would be able to see me and the shit clothes that i'm wearing.
retail therapy is evil yet effective.
on a random note: i would love it if somebody accompanies me to bishan tomorrow since i need to get the T700 repaired. on a random note again: i hate it when people owe me money. it's not me being calculative. it's just me not liking it. especially when it's huge amounts of money. like, you're not a charity cause, and i don't see why you can't get money by your fucking self. urgh.
i hope i'll be playing L4D2 with my twin tomorrow.
why it so hard to just get a life?
i don't want my life to be one that can hurt me.
am i making any sense?
why must i be so ugly?
why can't i drive?
why haven't i gone to the flyer?
why do i miss you?
why do i love you?
why do i want you?
why have i given you 3934390274 chances?
why am i waiting?
why do i feel like eating bread?
why am i awake?
why aren't i sleepy?
why am i crying?
gawd. your pretentious innocence is nauseating.
