To every broken heart in here. You have to give to take. And I can be on the last train home. Watch it pass the day. No more time to care. No more time, today. To ever fall in love. Monday, February 25, 2008.

What is it like to be a secret lovechild? Just another WordPress. Its been such a long time. July 28, 2011 by mysecretlovechild. My last post was talking about time, about how I dont have time. Seriously, whose reading what I write now? See the red X button up there. I wore shoes 5 days a week. I keep a bunch of close fri.

It came to a stage where i realise the one who truly understands me is still her. The facade everyone is having. The happy smiles i carve everytime i talk to you. When deep down, the hatred is overwhelming. How did this happen anyway? Where is he when i need him most? I just cant hold back my tears anymore. Secretly, deep down in me, i just wana meet you. The one that made my life so fucking miserable. Not just mine, but everyone. Not just mine, but everyone.

Same old story but the words get rearranged. This content is password protected. Enter your password to view comments. On September 11, 2011 by Fazlinn Rosman.

Friday, January 22, 2010. We really missed you old man. Idir Still Finding My Way. Thursday, January 7, 2010. Idir Still Finding My Way. Wednesday, December 9, 2009. Like i seen you before.

Put Your Records On -. Three little birds, sat on my window. Little girls double-dutch on the concrete. The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same. Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song. You go ahead, let your hair down. Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,.