Pictures of you - The Last Goodnight
This is the clock upon the wall
This is the story of us all
This is the first sound of a newborn child,
Before he starts to crawl
This is the war that's never won
This is a soldier and his gun
This is the mother waiting by the phone,
Praying for her son
Pictures of you, pictures of meHung upon your wall for the world to seePictures of you, pictures of meRemind us all of what we used to beThere is a drug that cures it all
Blocked by the governmental wall
We are the scientists inside the lab,
Just waiting for the call
This earthquake weather has got me shaking inside
I'm high up and dry
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to beConfess to me, every secret moment
Every stolen promise you believed
Confess to me, all that lies between us
All that lies between you and me
We are the boxers in the ring
We are the bells that never sing
There is a title we can't win no matter
How hard we might swing
Pictures of you, pictures of meHung upon your wall for the world to seePictures of you, pictures of meRemind us all of what we could have beenPictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we could have beenPictures of you, pictures of meRemind us all of what we could have been
I Try - Macy GrayGames, changes and fears
When will they go from here
When will they stop
I believe that fate has brought us here
And we should be together
But wer,e not
I play it off but I'm dreamin of you
I'll keep it cool but I'm fiendin.
I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
I may appear to be free
But I'm just a prisoner of your love
I may seem alright and smile when you leave
But my smiles are just a front
I play it off but I'm dreamin of you
I'll keep my cool but I'm fiendin
I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not nearHere is my confession
May I be your possesion
Boy I need your touch
Your love kisses and such
With all my might I try
But this I can't deny
I play it off but im dreamin of you
I'll keep my cool but I'm fiendin
I try to say good bye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
I'm just so afraid that my breakdown day is near. Damn near.
Why? Why? Why? Must lecturers be so god damn heartless? Squeeze everything to the week before common test. It all sounds so nice when the saying goes: "There is NO COMMON TEST for this module, but the week before common test GOT CLASS TEST". What's the difference? And the weightage for class tests are HIGH okay?!
The mental torture to finish up assignments plus the rush to cramp 4 chapters of 2 different modules, into 1 pathetic brain, in less than 3 days, is really too much for me to take. I just feel like letting those scores go. Heck with all the percentages and my GPA.
And before Teng really suffers from this mental breakdown, get me a clone to help settle my room, my mess, my table, my cupboard, my clothes, my drawers! Mum's seriously breathing down my neck, screaming that I take too long in the showers, complaining about the i-still-can-live-with-it mess of MY living quarters! Get me some peace at home, please!!!
What is MY world becoming of?
And what the hell is my dad trying to do? Plan an outing at an unearthly timing of 24 hours before my common test?! Is he seriously joking?!
Can my stress level just drop, so that my period can come? Stop saying that I screaming into everybody's ears alright? This hormonal imbalance is really bringing about much more emotional coasters! HELL!
People, GIMME A BREAK!
STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS!
STOP ASKING WHY, ALRIGHTS?
GIMME A CHANCE TO ASK WHY?!
Now I really feeling like crying.
Where are you, happy-go-lucky Teng?
