someone painted a very beautiful picture for me last nite. i wish it would come true.
imagine:
Spandau Ballet's True playing in a dimmed room filled with scented oil and candles, plush sofa, and godiva chocolates.
of cos how could i miss out my loved one. (whoever it is..)
so beautiful, so perfect, so romantic.
*sigh* i could melt.
i hate being decieved. i said it before. is it me or am i just attracted to liars and horrible bastards. then again, i seem to be surrounded by too many. maybe i should have a change of environment. maybe i should stop thinking that MAYBE this bastard may change. becos somehow they never do. a leopard never changes its spots. i know now. *sighs* learnt it the hard way, but i still learnt.
i am oh so addicted to Spandau Ballet's True and Nelly's cover N Dey Say.
TRUE
So true
funny how it seems
always in time, but never in line for dreams
head over heels,when toe to toe
this is the sound of my soul
this is the sound
I bought a ticket to the world
but now I've come back again
why do I find it hard to write the next line
when I want the truth to be said
I know this much is true
With a thrill in my head an a pill on my tongue
dissolve the nerves that have just begun
listening to Marvin all night long
this is the sound of my soul
this is the sound
always slipping from my hands
sand's a time of t's own
take your seaside arms and write the next line
oh I want the truth to be known
*meltssssss*
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