Wednesday, November 01, 2006
it just struck me that tmr's november already. a new month means new pocket money(haha), new challenges, new routines; gone is october, a month of preparation, sheer hardwork, tears and faith. it all boils down to this final exam we've been slogging for. what we reap, all the additional white hairs, pimples, eyebags, sore fingers, will be what we sow.
23rd november, i can't wait to meet you....
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
Slower, slower
We don't have time for that
all I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads
Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess