Sunday, May 21, 2006


a Salute to my absilute sadness

once again my heart hurts again
knowing this world around me can be so fake
so many lies from your spit-fire tongue
so much potential for hearts to break
relationships can be calm at first sight, like the surface of water,
but there could be conflicts just right below
and there are too many clinging desprately to their floats, makin sure they stay above,
so that they wont get caught in the undertow
just hoping that all of us will not embrace hate towards others
for what you reap is what you sow
for we would just end up licking our bloody wounds
and mending our deepest woes

i dont want this place to be like this
where people go up and whack others with their fists
i want the truth, not the number of lies you said
to be the number of hairs on top of your head
if you had the chance you would have shot him dead
and stained his shirt a nice bloody red
so what about being all lovey-dovey to the guy next door
when 3 minutes later you're conspiring against him with the guy on the next floor (think HDB)
i guess im in no position to talk crap so i should keep my mouth close
or maybe instead i should suck on my toes (eeeww...)
let someone come to dig up this dirty little secret
to help us look upon what we've done and reget
tell the world what it has done wrong,
yeah tell the world that, tell the world that

went crazii; at

1:28 AM




HeRE i am my words are blood red

and here's what came out of my crazy little head

well if only words were enough to say

all thats inside me that i wanna express

here;s what words CAN potray

read and you'll know the rest
Me

Jonas Ho
shotgun seventeen


I can't go back
*Read the old 1s i think they are nicer*

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