sigh i've never liked the trouble of following up, of having having to continue to make the sustained effort to keep in touch and all, and i guess that's what makes me so reclusive and never being able to stay still, and make something meaningful and worthwhile, while i just keep spinning and spinning toward new directions
still recall gylc slightly over a year ago, arguably the best 10 days of my life, the many friends made, the wonderful fellowship and company, the assurance of me definitely makign the effort to keep in touch, yet all down the drain, thanks to good ol' lazy me, sigh.
i suppose that's what makes me all the reclusive, all this 17 past years, just being known to be either immensely crazy or serious with a certain bipolar tendency that's make somewhat like today, having to live up to the perceived notions of the impressions that people have of you, from the ever responsible, to the always joking.
i wish that would change, but well it's served a good 'self defense mechnism' hahaha and it shall continue to be one for a while i guess
anyways, here's to you out there
what can isay? i miss your eyes
nothing more
hat can a love song provide?
nothing more
words are a lovely try
for something more
and i wanna give to you
give to you...
more than a love song can give
more than a feeling like this
more than a dim light upon the path you walk
more than the words can explain
more than the falling rain
more than the sun shines upon your lovely face
it's more than a love song
and I found a way to come to me
and show me where
show me where right used to be
and put me there
well, this is enough to see
something more
and I wanna give to you
give to you...
more than a love song can give
more than a feeling like this
more than a dim light upon the path you walk
more than the words can explain
more than the falling rain
more than the sun shines upon your lovely face
and I look upon your face
and it's beauty to me
and I look upon and it's beauty to me
and it's beauty to me
and it's beauty to me
to me, to me
to me, to me
yeah...
more than a love song can give
more than a feeling like this
more than a dim light upon the path you walk
more than the words can explain
more than the falling rain
more than the sun shines upon your lovely face
it's more than a love song
it's more than a love song
it's more than a love song
it's more than a love...
i suppose at the end of this journey, i'm just going to walk a way without a whimper,
as always.
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