Its 2 AM , i've been drinking again..
I'm in the mood to propose.
So as i make my speech, and begin to speak,
I realize, its not HER that i chose.
Clarity comes along with the hung-over ache,
my love's got no takers, my emotions are fake.
But i'm still as hopeful as i can be,
Someday she'll be with me...under my dreaming tree........
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2 comments:
Wah Pak...Pretty good...i din understand much though....:P....Rather than wastin all the lines here.....y dont u use them to somethin !!!!!
Dude, very cheeky, very true!!!
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