on.
You're a falling star, you're the getaway car.You're the line in the sand when i go too far.You're the swimming pool, on an August day.And you're the perfect thing to say.And in this crazy life, and through these crazy timesIt's you, you make me sing.You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,And you light me up, when you ring my bell.You're a mystery, you're from outer space,You're every minute of my everyday.here i am, playing the pretend to be studious game. unfocused as i am and apart from the fact that supposedly ambrosial school library has banned all seniority from borrowing novels, this woefully is my only getway (yes, i talk more to my room walls than any human). they say the net's a drag, i can't agree more.
"You haven't been smelling the roses, have you?"some have been marked by fate to overcome humble beginnings and succeed in this competitive world, some not. i prefer not belonging to the latter. recent events clearly demonstrates the meaning of every man for herself, elbowing around and to hell with table manners. all these dawn upon my realisation that now's the very vulnerable time to garner up every tinge of strength, and learn to stand on your own.
Labels: all to win a smile from you.