Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Damsel-in-Distress
I can never be a damsel-in-distress. If guys always fall for those girls, then poor me.
Broken Strings - James Morrison ft. Nelly Furtado
Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything
When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell something that ain't real
Well the truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late (too late)
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I cant tell you something that ain't real
Well truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything
When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell something that ain't real
Well the truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late (too late)
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I cant tell you something that ain't real
Well truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
Monday, March 30, 2009
emo much?
I miss going to school today. I know weird! But I do miss it. It's a Monday, and I used to have my history class on Mondays. History is my favourite class. The discussion is so engaging that the class hour is never enough to fully enjoy and learn the lesson.
I miss my college friends. They're always spontaneous. We would go out after class hours to a mall or a food place. We often eat when we go out. For some weird reason I don't know why we always eat when we go out. And normally we would talk about politics. OK! Weird! But yes we talk about politics and European countries. I guess it's natural since we are majoring in European Studies. And I miss talking about politics and European countries. It's always fun and not boring (for me!) Because we usually talk about Europe, I've been buying Newsweek for the past weeks. It amazes me that I can understand some of the topics written in that news magazine and I do enjoy reading it. Ok.. I'm really a GEEK.
I miss my college friends. They're always spontaneous. We would go out after class hours to a mall or a food place. We often eat when we go out. For some weird reason I don't know why we always eat when we go out. And normally we would talk about politics. OK! Weird! But yes we talk about politics and European countries. I guess it's natural since we are majoring in European Studies. And I miss talking about politics and European countries. It's always fun and not boring (for me!) Because we usually talk about Europe, I've been buying Newsweek for the past weeks. It amazes me that I can understand some of the topics written in that news magazine and I do enjoy reading it. Ok.. I'm really a GEEK.
I want my summer to be fruitful. Maybe it's because some of my friends will have a great summer since they will be going out of the country for study tours in France and in Spain. It's probably jealousy that's driving me to really make my summer productive. And maybe because it's my last summer wherein I will be "studying" and being a student-literally. Next summer, I'll be 4th year student, and I will be doing my OJT. Meaning, I'll be an intern for the whole of my summer sem. The idea excites me, at the same time, it scares me. It'll be like a sneak peak to the "real world" or so I would like to call it.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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