My song. Just bored. I just finished my morning…

My song.

Just bored.

I just finished my morning paper. Logistics. It’s a dumb paper la. I have all the luck in da world becos I think i didnt quite screw it up. None too bad at all.

I seems to feel like this before…

U know, the feeling of anticipation? Like “Is this going to be right, is this going to happen, is she going to be there.”

The untimate one is – “Did i screwed up? Wats she thinking now that I say it out?”

I don’t know. Happens many time. =)

Here’s a set of lyrics I wrote last week. Doesnt mean any shit, but I kinda like the mood. Not too sad… Just a mild gloom, like a feeling of regret and uncertainty…

Hope to make it a song soon.

Uncertain

There’s something left for you and me
And everything’s that in between.
But it only matters if you can see it,
And you can’t see a thing.

So near yet so far down, I am feeling this.

what do you do when your angels
have all flown away?
All wrong and careless, will u stay?
what do you do when your angels
have all flown away?
All wrong and careless, what do u say?

My language become more outlandish,
with each day i spend.
So where do we go from here i say
broke apart the disguise
and slowly fade away…

So near yet so far down, I am feeling this.

what do you do when your angels
have all flown away?
All wrong and careless, will u stay?
what do you do when your angels
have all flown away?
All wrong and careless, what do u say?

Close my eyes and dream of ur smile,
and maybe tonite I can breathe for awhile.

what do you do when your angels
have all flown away?
All wrong and careless, will u stay?
what do you do when your angels
have all flown away?
All wrong and careless, what do u say?

I just close my eyes
And I am there,
but I am already too late.