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Sunday, July 30, 2006

= Confusion =

**Just the day before, i had a sudden breakdown. like out of the blue, i started to cry. not that it's-such-a-sad-movie kinda cry. more of like a lil's kid's my-mommy-beat-me-and-scold-me-and-she-doesn't-love-me kinda cry. REALLY SOBBING my eyes out man... ((they hurt!sheeesh-))**


In this world all quiet she is, she speaks not a word, makes not a sound.
She listens with her heart, she sees with her soul.
No-one knows her name, who she really is.
She doesn't speak.She keeps quiet.
Gently she whispers in her mind.
She's all confused over her problems.
They try to help her, but she doesn't want it.
She speaks not a word.
Alone in the dark, she cries out softly.
She knows not why she is, but she knows she shouldn't be keeping it in.
She knows it's isn't good.
Thoughts feed into her mind.
She's afraid that it'll all burst out.
She then realised that her cries were all cooped up frustrations.
Without any warning, just one day, she broke down.
She felt fine in the morn.
Unaware of the dangers of bottling them up.
Now, she cries without a clue why.
Her life complicated.
She still hides her real feelings away.
She acts strong.
She now she can't hide away anymore.
But still in this dark times, she doesn't want to speak.
She wants to change, she constantly reminds herself.
But she knows if she does, she'll somehow bring about stares around her.
She dreams to be a star one day, but rumours will pull her down.
Stuck in the middle, she has no further interest in her studies.
She sees no other future that interests her.
She forces herself to the books, a little afraid of what will become of her.
Now physically and emotionally exhausted from this confusion, she awaits her recover.


5TH OF AUGUST 2005, FRIDAY. 5.30PM SINGAPORE TIME.
Copyrighted lyrics: E.C.E.C.K. / Davinia He Wei Ni. Any unauthorised copies of this is prohibited.

~ { 10:52 pm }
1John4:7-10