I don't think I want to know....
But still I move on, subconsciously thinking that tomorrow will be a better day. That seems like a masquerade though. But I think I like to deceive myself this way. I'd like to continue shutting my ears off from people who put me down, and I think this is probably one of the aids that makes me carry on over the years.
God bless me with stubborness that tide me over through difficult times. A blessing for such a foul personality trait.
Don't want to think about it
Don't want to talk about it
I'm just so sick about it
Can't believe it's ending this way
Just so confused about it
Feeling the blues about it
I just can't do without it
Can you tell me is this fair?
8:00 p.m.
by ichigo