You know I love you.
You know I'll always love you.
But you fucked her.
You fucked her here and,
You fucked her there.
You pretty much fucked her everywhere.
And yet you come back to the same place pretending,
Asking me to fuck with you.
Yet I love you
So I will fuck with you.

I did fuck with you.
I fucked you over, good.

You're FUCKED...

Little Red String,

The match maker

whether he/she is asian or cacasian

whether that red string is tied on the foot or from the hearteveryone has someone in the end of that stringsome has it tangled and gets a misunderstanding.

but most people search for what is in the end of that stringbut i stand here holding this this string in hand and a pair of scissors in the otherand wanting to cut it cause i don't want to play this string game

i hate bumping

i hate being tangled

to make things better i just cut it.

simple

sweet

and lonesome

but somehow lonesome doesn't bother me.it bothers a lot of people

but my morals and values makes my move a very hard one to handle.

but whatever happens it'll happen.

as for now the string is in my handthe scissors in the other hand.

one day when i crack and cut this

i'm sorry everyonebut this red tango will be over

=)

screaming to the world

I LOVE YOU!!!

Sweet Little La La's

(my attempt to compose a song but couldn't finish it cause I started to have another amition)

You used to wispher those words in my ear,
Sweet little nothings that I'd love to hear.
But now those words have become little nothings that I can't bare,
Little lies that rings in my ear.

(to be continue at work)