Wednesday, April 29, 2009 @ 8:07 PM
$BlogItemTitle$>
Pick or throw;
which?Now I'm hangin' in mid-air,
fearing of the ground,
and yearning for the hands..
I felt that my grip was strong,
then;'cos I was surrounded by distractions.
But I was feeling all hangin',
now;'cos I'm lack of something to keep me busy with.
Pick me up, please.I'm feeling the tension of the string,
connected from your hands and me.
I don't want it to snap,
oh please, don't let it snap.
I want to read your mind.
I want to read your heart.
I want to know what you wanted.
I want to be
the one.I'm tired of the mind games.
All of you, yes,
every one of you,quit the mind games with me.
I'm tired of guessing & wondering,
which just brings me to nowhere.People, let's be
true.
I want truth, I want definite answers.
Stop hiding,
stop faking.
I'm sick & tired of all these.
Help me, I want to be happy again.