thy rutted music, filled with sync;
Thursday, September 10, 2009
why is this coming toward me..
why is the storm keep on blowing..
i can't find a place to rest..
feel like so tired..
since you all dislike me so much..
since you all say i am in the fault..
i will not going to argue in the favour of myself..
i already lose..
lose to myself..
if can..
i hope time will go back..
but it would not be..
i think i have walk until the end of this road..
and i will stop here..
stop here forever..
-fusion of black&white
2:31:00 PM
