6:49 PM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
I think its funny how life turns out, every little thing moulds and shapes us. Things we see, what we experienced. Through life and death, laughters and tears. I am just trying to shamelessly protect myself. We create memories in cynical haze, the good things never last. But we're still so desperately looking for 'forever' in this city that's ever changing. People pass you by, memories fade. Friends come, lovers leave. We stress our butts off for lavish nothings. And when you feel its time for a break, call me, we'll go for coffee. :)
The basin's overflowing, stop the pouring. I've had enough of feeling gloomy.
>Talk to me.