Monday, December 15, 2008

Hey....Im Sorry Dudes/Duddetes For Not Updating My Old Blog That Is Rainbows-Without-Colours And To Make It Up I Make A New One.This Time I Make Sure I Update More Than Last Time.
Now It Seems That I Have No Interest In Updating Things As I Have Been Too Fcuking Busy or Too Fcuking Lazy.
This Holiday I Did Not Go Overseas. Me And My Family Just Stay At Home Like Lazybumps.Kansabai!Now I Have No Interest In Getting Myself Into Relationships As I Want To Be Free!Don Let Anyone Becomes Your Everything because When He/She Leaves You, You Have Nothing.
That Is Why Im Not Into This Stuff Anymore.Hahaha.Stop Talking About Crap! Holiday Have Been Bored. Wish To Go School To Meet Up With Friends And Scold The Living Hell Of The Teacher.
Next Year Im Goin To 303!shhh! Don Tell Anyone.im fucking bored now i think i just leave this Blog With The Lyrics Of The Songs On My Blog And A Farewell To All Haters/Lovers!
Peace Out.CHIAOW!
Not Good Enough For Truth In ClicheHurtful words,
From my enemies of the last five years,
What's it like to die alone?
And how does it feel when tears freeze,
When you cry?
The blood in your veins is twenty below.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on my trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on my trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Something I cannot forget.
So for now, take this down a notch,
Crash my car through your window,
Make sure you're still alive,
Just in time to kill you,
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on my trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on my trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Something I cannot forget
( I can't take this take anymore )
( I can't take this take anymore )
I cannot feel what you've done to me what you've done to me
( I can't take this take anymore )
( I can't take this take anymore )
What you've done to me
So for now, take this down a notch,
Crash my car through your window, ( window.)
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on my trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on my trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Something I cannot forget.