Saturday, July 19, 2008
The Dejavu II
Dreams. Why do they always feel so real? They're like a theater of our own illusions; a stage in which everyone plays a part. Only in mine, you're always the leading lady, and I always play the victim.. oh well..
ps: that mixtape is almost ready.
Note To Self:
do you care if i don't know what to say?
will you sleep tonight, will you think of me?
will i shake this off, pretend it's all okay?
that there's someone out there who feels just like me,
there is..
reminisced;
- 12:12 AM