I'm Apologise For What I've Done, Not For What Happened

"In The Future, When You Listen To This Song Which Once Was Ours, You Will Cry Remembering The Time We Shared Together"  (Miss XXXX, 2010)

You're Fucking Right......

Sugarcult
"Memory"

This may never start.
We could fall apart.
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
I'll tear us apart.
Can I be your enemy?
Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything.

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
Tearing out my heart.
I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
(I'd be your memory)
Feelings disappeared.
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
Can I be your memory?

Roses Are Indeed Red!

Those Flowers Are Indeed Meant For You, But Are You Mine To Hold?
Give Me The Answer. Yes Or No, You Will Always Be My Flower!

This Is Where We Make Our Last Stand

The thing about beauty is that it is subjective.

What society perceived as beautiful might be a majority belief but that doesn't mean it is from the view of all. Say what you want, believe what it is, follow as the perception lies down and take its toll, some people, the one that considered to be the "Society Rejects" might beg the differ. What make the majority supreme over the minor? What is it about perception of the many that belittled the one who think differently? Maybe they are right, it is safer to just follow the flow rather than turn and go the other way around instead of following your true belief and go against the mass. The thing about following your fighting heart is that it will always lead us toward the destruction of our self because our thought is just different from the rest of the obedience "monkeys in the suit".

Tale a look at all these girls. Do you believe that they are beautiful in their own way? Most will say otherwise. Just by looking at their differences in a way they present them self, these girl will never be put in the running for Miss Universe since society have a different idea of the definition of beauty. With all that tattoos, the striking hair colours, the piercing on the lips, the mind of the masses already labelled them as "The Outcasts". Is that what they all are? Rejected by the false entitlement just because they are different from what the majority want as the representative of beautiness? Say what you want, some of us, even though our numbers are small, we praise these girl for being different because it what separate them from the packs. It is what make them special in they own way even others don't believe so.   

Maybe WE (the different breeds) will never fit in the so called perfect society but we will never back down. Just because we are not who the rest of the world want us to be, that doesn't break us or bring us down because no matter what, our belief stand on its own, our voices make some noise even though its seldomly heard. Maybe we will never even make our mark in the map of history but we know that we at least tried. Try to be who we want, not following the trend of social setting that set for us, instead of doing that, we follow our heart and goes with our day.It might not mean anything but to us, its everything we have. Hey you,  yeah I am talking to you the rest of the world! You can kick us down, break us apart but you will never take away our freedom or our choices. Because in the end, we know that at least we make our own choices even though it might be the cause of our fall down.

Anaruxi: Dead And Scorned

They Say Hell Has No Wrath Against Fury Of Scorned Woman,

But My Gentle Wrath Will Not Justified With Hell Or Man, 

Seven Hells Can't Contain Me Soft As I Burned Up And Down,

Run Away All You Want, Matter Not Because There Is Not Place Save And Sound.

Yes, I Am Talking To You Mr I-Wanna-Save-The-World,

Your Stupidity Holds Me Ground By Your Side Sparing You From Darkness Twirl,

Yet Here I Am Dead And Vanished While You Are Still There Fighting Your Imaginary War,

Ignorance Is A Bliss, But Not To You As The World Is A Lost Cause As It Is Shock And Awe.

How Come You Are So Determined To Save The World, Mr White-Shining-Knight,

It Caused Me My Life You Fool, Now You Stand Alone To Face The Gruelsome Fight,

If You Just Accept The Fact, We Would Be Half The World Away Sharing A Kiss Together,

Laying On The Sandy Beach Toasting Booze Forever And Ever.

Now Look What You'd Done, I Am Dead For Your Dying Cause Not For My Willful Cue, 

Would You Even Look At Me Now As I Burning In Damnation , Not That You Ever Do,

I Am No Angel You Dummy, Just A Faithful Shadow Crawling From Behind You,

A Misfit Guardian With The Power To Save No One But Only You.

Wrath Gathers But No Strong Enough To Face The Might Strike,

If Death Ever Has Meaning, I Hope Mine Will Open Your Blind Sight,

But I Guess Is Meant Nothing Because There You Are Still In The Moronic Fight,

Will It Ever Stop You That The World Is Fruitfully Wrong With Nothing Ever So Right.

Now Heed My Sorrow From Underneath The Crypt,

There's Nothing Redemption Will Do Not It Does Rightful Deeds,

Now It's Time For You To Step Up And Be Who You Are Destined To Be,

Even Though It Hurts A Damn That You Are Not Meant For Me.

The World's Savior And Light Bringer Are Supposed To Live In Solitude,

There Won't Be Help From Me Since Hell Holds No Earth Reception, But The View Is Good,

Let See What You Worth Mr.Hero And Set The Burning World Afoot,

Just Know That I'm Waiting In Hell When Death Knocks You Senseless From Your Root.  

Courage!

All It Takes Are Just Some Courage And Guts To Walk The Path of The Unknown. It May Lead You Ashtray But You'll Never Really Know As It May Lead You To The Path Of Greatness. All It Really Take Are Just Bold And Risky Move In Order To Gain Something far Beyond Imagination. Will You Do It? Will You Step Up To The Plate To Seize Your Opportunity? And If It Is Truth That It Is Nothing More Than Goose Egg Chase, Will You Stop And Never Leave Your Comfort Zone Ever Again? Will It Really Be That Hard To Raise Up And Take The Matter Into Your Own Hand?

Truth Is Not As Sweet As It May Seem

THANKS FOR EVERYTHING!

Hey Little Devil Hear My Confession

Here I Am...

Still Hanging.

Breathing...

Breathing...

Breathing...

Alive Or Dead, Still Confused...

Here I Am.

Look At Me Now.

Smiling Over Nothing.

Laughing Over Smiling...

Still Breathing...

Still Breathing...

Still Breathing...

Here I Am...

I Am Still Here..

Why Am I Still Here?

I Thought I Left With The Angel Of Death?

Is This The Second Chance?

If It Is, I Don't Want It!

Leave Me Alone...

Even Outcast Has A Right To Scream...

Here I Am.

Screaming...

Screaming...

Screaming On Top Of My Lung!

But Why There's No Sound?

Here I Am.

Dead But Breathing...

Breathing But Not Alive...

Here I Am...

Am I Really Here?

A Letter From A Crow To The Sea Bitch

p/s- this is the gayest post ever, please don't read this!

Most People, Girls Especially Thought That Every Guys Are Emotionally Invincible. The Thing Is, We Are Not. Trust Me When I Say This, Most Guys Will Denied Being A Sappy Emotional But It Is The Truth. The Only Different Between Sexes Is That Guys Don't Show Their Emotion For The View Of The World, They Keep It Bottle Up, Hold It All Imbalancely With A Cork To Cover It All Up, And Guest What, Once The Dam Is Broken, All Hell Will Break Loose. This Is Not A Warning Of What Might Come, Just A Constant Reminder. Hurting In The Guy's Playbook Means A Way To Somehow Avoid The Real Deal By Faking Up Positive Emotion Such As Being The Funny Guy. Well Guess What, The Funniest Guy You Know Its The Loneliest Guy There Is. The Only Way For Them To Shun Away The Evil Idea Of Being Alone Is To Fake The Happiness, A Show For Everyone To Feed Upon. The Truth Remain Silence In The Dark, The Unstoppable Damnation Of Being Hurt.

Well The Idea If Truth Itself Is A Grey Area, But Here Is What I Can Tell. Yes, I Am Still Hurt. The Fact That You Left Me Hanging During My Darkest Hour, Kills It Even More. Imagine A Knife That Cut Through Flesh, Times A Thousand. That Not Even Close To What You'd Done To Me. "That's Eight Month Of My Life I'm Not Getting Back. A Beautiful Letdown Led To Meaningful Life Lesson." That The Pipe Dream I Kept Telling Myself Whenever The Silly Thought Of Doing Something Dumb Cross My Mind. Hey, A Bro Can Dream Right? Even though It Is Not A Fairytale Ending Dream But Whatever That Get Me Through The Night. I Take What I Can Get. Maybe What The Real Lesson Is That The Girl That You Thought You'll Be Walking Down The Aisle With At The Very End Is Not Suppose To Be Who She Is If She Broke Your Heart In The Middle Of The Journey. That's The Awful Lesson I Take From You, From Us.

I Am Man Enough, Or At Least I Thought I Was, But I Sure Can Take It Like A Man. But, Why Should You Left Me Drowning Like That? Just Put A Gun To My Head, And Pull The Trigger And End My Miserable Life, But I Guess You Don't Have The Guts To Do That Huh? You Rather Let Me Be You Puppylove Puppet That You Can Toyed Around And Toss. A Plaything, That's What I Am. Well Screw You Bitch. A Puppylove Puppet Is A Tame Beast In Cage Waiting For The Moment To Seized. And Lucky For You, I Never Had The Chance To Claw You In Your Back. If The Table Turn And Time Reversed, That Is Exactly What I'm Going To Do.

So There It Is. The Confession Of A Psyche, A Broken Machine In The Form Of Flesh Madman, A Thing Called A Guy. Like It Or Not, I Am Still Hurting And There Nothing In This Globely World Can Fill The Hole You Left In My Pumping Heart. A Scar Remained Unhealed, That What Left Pumping My Blood From My Vein To My Brain. Thanks Again Bitch.

Brotherhood Without Manners

I Swear My Fealty To The Brotherhood Without Manners.

I Will Take No Law,

I Will Take No Love,

I Will Take No Honor,

I Will Take No Progeny,

I Will Take No Duty.

Hear My Words And Take My Vow

There Will Be No Peace,

There Will Be No Harmony,

There Will Be No Forgive,

There Will Be No Forget.

Hear My Oath And Take My Pledge

As Long As I Live,

As Long As I Stay,

I Am The Sword of The Might,

I Am The Shield of The Brave.

I Am A Brotherhood Without Manners

There Will Be No Mercy

Only Curse And Hell Lie Upon

As For I Am An Outcast

As For I Am A Pariah

As For I Am The Darkness In The Form Of Light

As For I Am The Devil Of The Night.

There Is No Home There Is No Place

 Even At The End Of The World

They Can Hear My Cry

As They Can Sense My Wrath.

I Am A Brotherhood Without Manners

I Am The Brotherhood Without Honor

This I Swear This I Concord.

As Long As I Live As Long As I Breath

This I Swear This I Concord.

Theon Greyjoy War Cry

You Hear That? That's The Mating Call Of The Northmen. They Want To Fuck Us. Well, I Haven't Had A Good Fuck In Weeks. I'm Ready For One. They Said Every Ironborn Man Is Worth A Dozen From The Mainland. You Think They're Right? WE DIE TODAY BROTHERS! We Die Bleeding From 100 Wounds, With Arrows On Our Necks And Spears In Our Guts, But Our War Cries Will Echo Through Eternity. They Will Sing About The Battle Of Winterfell Until The Iron Islands Have Slipped Beneath The Waves. Every Man, Women And Childs Will Know Who We Were And How Long We Stood. Ironborn Warriors Will Cry Out Our Names As They Leap Onto The Shores Of Seagard And Faircastle. Mothers Will Name Their Son For Us. Girls Will Think Of Us With The Lovers Inside Them. Ad Whoever Kills That Fucking Hornblower Will Stand In Bronze Above The Shores Of Pyke. What Is Dead May Never Die!

Rains Of Castamere

And who are you, the proud lord said, 

that I must bow so low? 

Only a cat of a different coat, 

That’s all the truth I know. 

In a coat of gold or a coat of red, 

A lion still has claws, 

And mine are long and sharp, my lord, 

As long and sharp as yours. 

And so he spoke, and so he spoke, 

That lord of Castamere, 

But now the rains weep o’er his hall, 

With no one there to hear. 

Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall, 

And not a soul to hear. 

And so he spoke, and so he spoke, 

That lord of Castamere, 

But now the rains weep o’er his hall, 

With no one there to hear. 

Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall, 

And not a soul to hear. 

Genre Christian Rock, Seriously?

War Of Change

Thousand Foot Krutch

WWE Over The Limit Theme

It's a truth that in love and war,

World's collide and hearts get broken,

I want to live like I know I'm dying,

Take up my cross, not be afraid

[Chorus]

Is it true what they say, that words are weapons?

And if it is,then everybody best stop steppin',

Cause I got ten in my pocket that'll bend ya locket,

I'm tired of all these rockers sayin' come with me, 

Wait, it's just about to break, its more than I can take,

Everything's about to change,

I feel it in my veins, its not going away,

Everything's about to change.

It creeps in like a thief in the night,

Without a sign, without a warning,

But we are ready and prepared to fight,

Raise up your swords, don't be afraid,

[Chorus]

This is a warning, like it or not,

I break down, like a record spinning,

Gotta get up,

So back off,

This is a warning, like it or not,

I'm tired of listenin', I'm warning you, don't try to get up,

There's a war going on inside of me tonight (don't be afraid) [x2]

Wait, it's just about to break, its more than I can take,

Everything's about to change,

I feel it in my veins, its not going away,

Everything's about to change,

It's just about to break, its more than I can take,

Everything's about to change,

I feel it in my veins, its not going away,

Everything's about to change.

Linkin Park, Still?

Burn It Down

Linkin Park

Living Things

The cycle repeated

As explosions broke in the sky

All that I needed

Was the one thing I couldn't find

And you were there at the turn

Waiting to let me know

We're building it up

To break it back down

We're building it up

To burn it down

We can't wait

To burn it to the ground

The colors conflicted

As the flames, climbed into the clouds

I wanted to fix this

But couldn't stop from tearing it down

And you were there at the turn

Caught in the burning glow

And I was there at the turn

Waiting to let you know

We're building it up

To break it back down

We're building it up

To burn it down

We can't wait

To burn it to the ground

You told me yes

You held me high

And I believed when you told that lie

I played soldier, you played king

And struck me down, when I kissed that ring

You lost that right, to hold that crown

I built you up, but you let me down

So when you fall, I'll take my turn

And fan the flames

As your blazes burn

And you were there at the turn

Waiting to let me know

We're building it up

To break it back down

We're building it up

To burn it down

We can't wait

To burn it to the ground

When you fall, I'll take my turn

And fan the flames

As your blazes burn

We can't wait

To burn it to the ground

When you fall, I'll take my turn

And fan the flames

As your blazes burn

We can't wait

To burn it to the ground

Puisi Buat Laila

Hey Laila, Larilah Teruskanlah Berlari

Endahkan Acuan Pistol Dibelakangmu Jangan Sesekali Kau Ragui Diri Sendiri

Teruskan Berhelah Selamanya Kerna Duniamu Akan Tetap Kekal Serupa

Fakta Tetap Fakta, Dosa Dan Raga Tak Mungkin Boleh Pudar Begitu Saja

Biarkan Ku Disini Menghitung Waktu, Teruslah Mencela Kepercayaanku

Maka Larilah Laila, Teruskan Berlari Selagi Kau Mampu.

Teruskan Berpura-pura Jangan Kau Cuba Berhenti Walau Seketika

Teruslah Bermain Jangan Dikira Apa Konklusinya

Kerana Kau Tahu Aku Akan Tetap Berdiri Disini, Menanti

Ya Aku Yang Bodoh Terus Menunggu Dan Tetap Menaruh Hati

Aku Percaya Akan Satu Yang Suatu Hari Nanti Kita Akan Tetap Bersama

Mimpikan Pelamin Indah Yang Akan Kau Hiasi Jua Akhirnya

Mimpi Mustahil Perlahan-Lahan Berputar Di Benakku

Namun Kau Teruskan Jua Berlari Dan Aku Masih Terpaku

Ya Laila, Larilah Selaju-lajunya Hingga Tembus Ke Langit Yang Tinggi

Jangan Pernah Untuk Perlahan Walau Sedekat Mana Aku Cuba Hampiri

Dekatku Bukan Untuk Menagih Kasih Tapi Membawa Picu Dendam Kesumat

Persetankan Kehitaman Duniaku Tapi Tetap Akan Ku Balas Biar Di Hujung Kiamat

Balasannya Pasti Namun Ketika Ini Tak Mampu Aku Laksanakan

Mungkin Aku Lemah Tak Mampu Untuk Melanyak Insan Bergelar Perempuan

Atau Mungkin Pembalasan Itu Tetap Tidak Mampu Menggembirakan Hati Nan Satu

Atau Mungkin Perkataan Gembira Tidak Layak Dalam Kamus Hidup Aku

House Of Stark

"Winter Is Coming"
"There Must Always Be A Stark In Winterfell"

We Are All Living On Borrow Time

If The Day Ever Come When I'd Stop Arguing, SAVE ME!
If The Day Ever Come When I'd Stop Complaining, SAVE ME!
If The Day Ever Come When I'd Stop Fighting, SAVE ME!
If The Day Ever Come When I'd Stop Caring, SAVE ME!
If The Day Ever Come When I'd Stop Helping, SAVE ME!
If The Day Ever Come When I'd Stop Living, SAVE ME!

On The Second Thought, DON'T SAVE ME! It'll Be Pointless Then If THAT Day Ever Come.
Sayonara!

Hear My Roar- Lannister

Again, EMO Logic

They Said EMO's Are The Romantic Type, Friggin' True

Just Some EMO Logic

Sometimes Emo Is Just About Being Emotional

If That Ain't Love Then I Don't Know What Love Is

Welcome Home Adam. This Is Where You Truly Belong

Take What's Mine

The moment you realise that you're an old stud is when you have a dream that you are willing to follow. just some childish dream "I Wanna Be A Doctor" such, but the real deal, the one that you decided to make a career off. Yes, I'd turned 22 last few day, and I've set a goal for myself and I'm willing to push for it. It take me around 21 years to figure it out, and at last I'm fucking sure about what I wanna be, am ambition you might called it. Well, I'm not getting any younger so I just might really push for this one. the secret this time, really work you ass off instead of having a dream and just daydream about it. Well, Maturity doesn't come by sliding.

You Can Burn A House, But Can You Hide The Smoke?

This is not the life I would have chosen for myself. Had I been given the opportunity, I promise you, this fate of mine have been different. I would work hard and maybe even wrestle up enough money to get a proper education. With an education i could get a real job, sustain a family, and even have a privilege of dying in my sleep of either sickness or old age. But such thought can only lead to heartache and regret. I must especially forget my mother, because remembering her sends a surge of guilt through me.

What i must remember is how to properly hold a rifle, unless i yearn for more scars across my back. The whip lashing is still fresh in my memory. After delivering the sharp blows, the tall man pressed my blood-sodden back up against the wall and whispered gruffly in my ear, "Don't you dare tremble while holding the shotgun again. Such umanliness and cowardice could lead to you missing your target."

With that, he yelled crudely to my senior to mend my wounds. He later handed me a cup of water. I drank it down faster than a bullet that killed my father, and proceeded to close my eyes and rest. Less than an hour later, I was awakened by a long cane striking my feet and I was ordered to work once again.

I find myself overwhelmed by an irrational confidence, a completely illogical assurance that I would be victorious against whoever it was I was now being up against. perhaps there's are the first few traces of a man's delusional attitude, his belief that he can conquer anything. But I am still a child, and too helpless in this cruel conspiracy and too damn weak to face the atrocities of war.

I hear the screams of my brothers, their cries loud and clear, some barely old enough to grasp the situation, let alone fight for survival. I remember holding my brother of seven years old in my arms, and grasping in horror as I realised that his food has been sliced clean off. I waited by his side till he died.

Everyday, i lose a few dozen friends, but I never grow lonely, for their replacements come in like pig for slaughter. How myself, am still alive can only be answer by God. That is, if I am going to heaven though. I've killed 20 men in self-defense, but never in cold blood. I have yet to grow strong enough to kill without conscience.

Some men have achieved the psyche required to kill without mercy. I know such a man, and i don't know how he lives with himself knowing that everyday he sends countless innocent children to their deaths. I have only seen him once, preaching to another man about his strong faith in God and his honourable values. But what honour is there in sacrificing children, some of whom are just beginning to emerge from childhood, for such brutal and horrific demises? He is as an impulsive liar and a great great hypocrite.

I have already accustomed myself to the truth, that despite my hopes and dreams of a happy life I am cursed to die some day soon, if not tomorrow. the truth being that one day I will be killed in a most violent fashion possible and have no one to weep for me, for all my family is dead.

My name is "Baby Face Killer". I am 13 years old. I've seen more people die in my lifetime than i know how to count. I live everyday knowing it could very likely to be my last. My mother, when she was alive, always repeated a Ugandan saying "You Can Burn A House, But Can You Hide The Smoke?" I remember this and for a moment I allow myself to believe that these crime against humanity will someday end, and that no matter how hard this man tries, the smoke will one day gather and stain the sky a deep grey, allowing all to know, all over the world, the living nightmare I face everyday.

THE END.

"In The Fight for Crime Against Humanity, I Pledge Myself In Support To Stop A Man Name Joseph Kony".

The Deadman Tour

The Streak 20-0 Undefeated At Wrestlemania

List Of Victims

Wrestlemania 7- Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka (1-0)

Wrestlemania 8- Jake Roberts (2-0)

Wrestlemania 9- Giant Gonzalez (3-0)

Wrestlemania 10- King Kong Bundy (4-0)

Wrestlemania 12- Diesel (5-0)

Wrestlemania 13- Sycho Sid (6-0)

Wrestlemania 14- Kane (7-0)

Wrestlemania 15- The Big Boss Man (8-0)

Wrestlemania 17- Triple H (9-0)

Wrestlemania 18- Ric Flair (10-0)

Wrestlemania 19- The Big Show & A-Train (11-0)

Wrestlemania 20- Kane (12-0)

Wrestlemania 21- Randy Orton (13-0)

Wrestlemania 22- Mark Henry (14-0)

Wrestlemania 23- Batista (15-0)

Wrestlemania 24- Edge (16-0)

Wrestlemania 25- Shawn Micheals (17-0)

Wrestlemania 26- Shawn Micheals (18-0)

Wrestlemania 27- Triple H (19-0)

Wrestlemania 28- Triple H (20-0)

Sometimes Emo Tells A Better Broken Heart Story

Flying High Always Seem Cool if You're Careless. The Truth Is It's The Most Painful Thing When You Drop Down And There's No Solid Ground. No! Scratch That! The Most Painful Thing Would Be Experiencing The Fall And Survived! If You're Die From The Fall, At Least Your Misery Had Reach Its End. If You Survive, Well You're Lived Up The Rest Of Your Pathetic Little Life As A Cripple, A Broken Things, A Unwanted Bastard, and Yet Again There's Nothing You Can Do About It. I Guess That Life. It Make Your Wonder, Why You Choose To Take The Flight To The Blue Sky In The First Place. Just Saying.

Believe It or Not, This Is Actually A Love Story.

p/s-The Girl Who Stole My Heart, The One That Got Away.

"Its Like If I Told You That You Can Sit Anywhere Except For This Chair"- Ted Mosby

"You Don't Know What You Got Till Its Gone"..

I Guess Is More Like A Slapped To My Face Since I Don't Really Believe This Words. The Same Rules Apply When Someone You Like Is Been Approach By Someone(Its Even Worst When Its Your Friend That Make The Move), While You Have The Whole Time Before To Do So, But Did Nothing. Why? Yes I Admit, I'm Being A Coward To Make My Move, But Experience Taught Me A Lot. Grabbing Things That I Want Always Resulted A Pain In My Ass. So Yes, I Chose To Sit Quietly In the Corner, Letting Her Vulnerable For The World To Have A Go At Her. Maybe Its Better That Way Since I Just Like To Fantasize About Happiness Instead Of Making It Happen For Real. One Thing About Fantasy Is That You Can Always Snapped Back Into Reality When Things Gone Wrong, But In Reality, What Ever Happened, Happened. Yes, That's The Chance That I'm Not Willing To Take. So, Here I Am, Wishing That He Will Never Win Him Over, Wishing Upon The Airplane To Grant My Wish. Silly? Yes, But Its Save, And I Like To Play It Save. Broken Heart Do Not Suit Me Well

p/s- Hey Bro, Get Your Hand Off My "Girl"

"F", You'll Always Be The One That Got Away

Band- Hawthorne Heights

Song- Screen Writing An Apology

Album- The Silence In Black And White

She called last night, still waiting for a reply.

This static contact, pulling us apart.

Please hang on tight, I see you through the night.

NOW!

You have me still because I'm breathing,

Although it has slowed down.

Please don't cry because I'm leaving.

I hope I see you soon.

Exchange the sunshine for brown eyes and dark skies,

Replace this dull life, with you.

I know it's tomorrow, she's waiting, for something to feel alive.

You know, me too well,

She's sorry and I can tell.

Scene missing, fade to black.

You're acting all this out again.

Just wake me when it's over, when the curtains raise,

It's time, to move on.

Exit now, credits rolling, the girl who stole my heart.

The one that got away (one that got away)..

You know, me too well,

She's sorry, I can tell.

Scene missing, fade to black.

You're acting all this out..

AGAIN!

AGAIN!

You have me still because I'm breathing,

Although it has slowed down.

Please don't cry because I'm leaving.

I hope I see you soon.

You know, me too well,

She's sorry and I can tell.

Scene missing, fade to black (FADE-TO-BLACK!).

You're acting all this out, again

p/s- You'll Always Be The One That Got Away. Happy Engagement!

Stature Of An Beautiful Angel

You're Within My Sight Yet Far Out Of Reach

Maybe All You Want Are For Me To Make A Seize

I Guess I Am A Coward Since All I Do Is Sit Idle By

All I Know For Sure Is That You Are An Angel That Fall Out Of Sky

Because Of That I Know I Am Not Someone Worth Your Stature

Here I Am Wishing You Hear My Roar Which Screaming "I LOVE YOU"

Day Of Reckoning, No More

March 12 2012. Here I am Sitting my ass down in class pretending that I'm here whole heartedly to study and learn something new. yes, my whole physical head-to-toe is here in Lab2 Menara SAAS listening to my lecturer babbling about something in between language and communication. Boring? There no question about it. Is Monday, A day that I used to called "Day Of Reckoning" awhile back. How my Monday turn to something that I hate? Maybe I'm still getting used to this whole new, "I-Wanna-Learn-Something" life experience. Well, ask me again in 2 and half year. Peace out hombre

aCe+ Shitload #18

"If You Can't Make The Person You Like LOVE You, Make Her HATE You. It's A Lot Easier."

aCe+ Shitload #17

"Its Hard To Be True To Others, Its Even Harder To Be True To Yourself"

aCe+ Shitload #16

"A Funny Thing About Being Followers Is That Without Followers, Who Will The Leader Leads?"

aCe+ Shitload #15

"Im In Tough Position To Make Hard Decision"

Fact Ain't Fact Without Stats

The sky ain't always blue as most people seems to view it. the thing is, that's reality. full of clouds, surprises such storms always come knocking by when we least expected it. and again, that's life. If we can't accept that, well we better off jumping from 50 storey building. well, that is the best place of to view the sky for the perfect vision. well, I have a solution for this stupid problem. don't ever, ever aim for the sky because the stats are stake against us, so just aim for the stars then. problem solved. at least if i fall, i'll be cruising on the sky of blue. just saying. peace out bro!

Journal Of A Bastard

Dear Diary,

Cripple, Bastard And Broken Is My Middle Name

Not A Gentle Stuffed Animal, Or Circus Freak Well-Tamed

I Am A Smug That Shoot For The Skies But Have A Terrible Aim

And Once I Fire, Words Wrongly Pronounce, Things Shatters, And It’ll Never Be The Same

Dear Diary,

Say What You Want As I Am Cold-Hearted

My Action Reflects Otherwise As I Am Hard-Headed

Pouring Out All Wrong Things That Shouldn’t Be Heard

Forgiveness Hard To Come By When All The Mistakes Had Absurd

Flawed Acts Are Just Another Killjoys Play In My Creed

As I Am A Man Of Many Words But A Man Of Few Deeds

A Sour Apple From A Beautiful Tree, But The Blame Is Not On The Seed

Maybe Someday I’ll Embrace Before Death Comes Knocking And Say Its Greet

Full Of Hatred, That’s How I Live, As Time Passed By

Flashing Back Into Bitter Memories And Still Couldn’t Find Any Goodness Cries

All I Ever Did Find Was Crimes That Went Profoundly Unconfessed

Call Me A Pariah, Call Me An Asshole, Yes, All I Am Was A Mess

Dear Diary,

Maybe Someday The Table Will Turn And I’ll Be A Changed Man

None Of That Will Become Reality As Long As My Heart Still Full Of Sands

Sands That I’d Collect As Simple Dust, One For Every Sin

Till Then, I’ll Held My Head High, Enduring This Awful Pain

Perhaps I Am Forever Destined To Be An Unwanted Bastard

A Man With Ni Real Riddance, Only Life Full Of Curse

Payback Is A Bitch, What Goes Around Often Come Back To Hunt

Soul-Searching In My Life Had Always Been A Case Of Low And Grunt

Will The Day Ever Gonna Come For Me To Turn My Fortune?

Never I Guess As My Soul Still Fuel On Dark Black Fumes

Fumes That Darkens My Heart For It Is A Fuel Of My Survival

As I Am Still Hook On It, I’ll Never Reach The Point Of My Gracious Revival.