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Saturday, October 17, 2009

9:32 PM


Six long hours in my head, I watched people in cars.

It made me feel like I'm living, I guess it's never that hard.

Let's live outside of the city and blame the ones that I loved

for all the shit that I carried when I was never enough.


I found a cut somewhere where we could all lay.

The world was waking up and I'm learning now,

that my heart isn't breaking down; it's my world.

So pray with me, pray with me, pray with me, 'cause I'm spent.


Yeah, I spent them all.

Those long confusing hours with my mind turned on.

The world was getting louder.

I found myself on edge; my feet were over water, just a song in my head

that reminded me I'll never be alone.


I found a cut somewhere where we could all stay.

It's frank, and it's fucked but I'm learning now

that my heart isn't breaking down; It's my world.

So I'll take another look at my life and give everything

I own to all the people in my heart.

I am free, I am freezing. I am wrong.


I am so obscure it's terrible, and I'm loved,

but in between the cars they bother me.

I helped make the art that hangs on your walls

and plays in your heart; it stays in your arms.

You're not a machine, I'm sure of that.


You're every bit like me.

You gave up on your dreams

and now you're stuck with that.

You settled for the pencil days.

I'm a paint brush in a way.

I'm simple, yeah, I'm plain.

I'm colored all the same.

I have meaning if you find it in yourself.

I'll sell myself or not, like I really give a fuck

I'm just an artist on a shelf.


Im learning now,

that my heart isn't breaking down; It's my world.

So I'll take another look at my life and give everything

I own to all the people in my heart.

I am free, I am freezing. I am wrong.

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intro

farmie
31 december 1994
st. joseph's institution
202'08

likes

awesome bands
ice cream (obvious)
donuts
kinder bueno
comics
slacking during and after class
lame jokes/puns

dislikes

annoying people
ass-kissers / suck-uppers
backstabbers
fastfood
people with no sense of humour
people with HORRIBLE taste in music

wishes

a new crumpler
a new computer
score awesomely for my exams

tagboard



links

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farah natalya
karthik
nazihah husna
nur alisa
zainul abidin
sherman
zongyang
shivraj
wyza
zuriel
Ji Jie

credits

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edited by ZAINUL ABIDIN

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