January 2010
5 posts
but maybe, you'll call me someday.
I’ve got a paper and a pen, I go to write your goodbye, And that’s when I know, I’ve got a world of chances for you.
Chances that you’re burning through.
I’m going my own way, My faith has lost its strength again.
It has been too hard to say.
We’re at an end, we’re at the end.
Malaysia.
A little part, wonderful.
A slightly bigger part, okay.
A huge chunk, fucked up.
Get me outta here.
Well, I just have to wait until September. Yee-haw!
“I might have to wait. I’ll never give up. I guess it’s half timing, and...”
– Michael Buble
“And so I sent some men to fight, and one came back at dead of night. Said...”
– James Blunt