cinderella

sometimes you really wonder what are we doing here. why are you really here for ?

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are we going to live our life with purpose? or waste it away. and even if we want to, we may not be so lucky. i need to be much much more. not so much because of myself, but because of what my parents have given me, i need to repay them. and it needs a lot of working on.

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so far, i let my parents down

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getting stress over army politics, fitness like pull-ups, commanders, some bunk mates ? tired, irritated, sweaty,dirty. university stuff. the only good thing is my 2.4 is below 10min !

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and you. i don't know why i am jealous. it's so stupid. maybe cause of recent "stressful" things accumulated. or i'm lovesick or desperate or watever.

damn stupid

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the things i said can be small or minor. depends on how i look at it. how sensitive i am. how paranoid i am. but somehow, it all matters. i think about it because somehow it is important and it affects me.

GO OUT AND ENJOYYYYYY !!!!!! BOOK OUT BOOK OUT DAY !!!

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aqualung - cinderella

i'm on a roll
everything I touch turns to shh..
it's taking it's toll
can anybody get me off it ?
stuck on a roll

and it's wearing thin

i remember the night
no wet eyes, no crossroads
no mention of ff...
just a poor decision
i shouldn't have gone
even though my head would burst
i shoudn't have gone

becareful what you hope and you pray for
you know you only get what you pay for

and i can hear the ticking of time bombs
for poor cinderella

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the clock strikes
it's midnight
for poor cinderella

i'm on a roll
everything i touch turns to gold
it's taken its toll
can anybody get me off it ?


aqualung - something to believe in

you talk too much

maybe that's your way

of breaking up the silence

that fills you up

but it does not sound the same

when no is really listening

we stumble into our lives

reach for a hand to hold

and we wonder

we need to find
a certain something,
certain

chorus

turn out the light
and what are you left with ?
open up my hands
and find out they're empty
press my face to the ground
i've gotta find a reason
just scratching around
for something to believe in
something to believe in