It's been quite some time since I've put anything here, but, life is different from how it used to be. Haven't been too diligent putting stuff here or posting my thoughts :D
Guess this'll have to do for the meantime to stem this site from inactivity.
On a brighter note, it's December (holiday month of the year)!
I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us
How we met and the sparks flew instantly.
People would say "They're the lucky ones."
I used to know my place was the spot next to you,
now I'm searchin' the room for an empty seat
'cause lately I don't even know what page you're on.
Oh, a simple complication, miscommunications lead to fall out.
So many things that I wish you knew
So many walls up, I can't break through.
Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking.
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah.
I don't what to say since the twist of fate when it all broke down.
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.
Next chapter.
How'd we end up this way?
See me nervously pulling at my clothes and tryin' to look busy.
And you're doing your best to avoid me.
I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us, how I was losing my mind when I saw you here.
But you held your pride like you should've held me.
Oh, I'm scared to see the ending, why are we pretending this is nothing?
I tell you I miss you but I don't know how.
I've never heard silence quite this loud.
Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking.
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah.
I don't what to say since the twist of fate when it all broke down.
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.
This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less.
But I liked it better when you were on my side.
The battle's in your hands now, but I would lay my armor down if you say you'd rather love than fight.
So many things that you wish I knew but the story of us might be ending soon.
Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking.
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah.
I don't what to say since the twist of fate when it all broke down.
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.
And we're not speaking.
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah.
I don't what to say since the twist of fate 'cause we're going down.
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.
In three days, there shall be a new driver on the road! (Wait for more news then.)
Aside from that, much has transpired between my previous post and this one (but that's rhetorical, lol). For starters, my home is metamorphosing, i.e. undergoing renovation, but I liken it to the former verb/term because it looks so different everyday I return home from work.
And yes! I dragged my lazy bum to work now. Stuff relating to the said matters, I shall reserve to another post, for I am pretty much drained right now - especially after a whole days worth of helping out with the renovation - dismantling, or destroying actually, since that would be a more appropriate term, considering that the cabinet that was infested with termites most likely would only be useful again in the next life, rearranging and reshuffling furniture along with cleaning out the EXTREMELY old stuff that everyone forgot about which was sitting on the shelves and serving as a foundation for a dust carpet. That would have to have been the fun or at least highlight of the whole overdue spring cleaning campaign.
All right, I'll put a pause here for now, and update this post at another time to my liking. ;)
My way of keeping the anticipation and suspense, savvy?
