Sunday, October 25, 2009

Baby tell me where are you.

What's past has past.
What's said have been said.
I can't do anything, or rather, it doesn't really matter any more.
Because you're my past, not my present, and certainly not my future.


I have a new present, which will become my future.
I hope it will though, if things ever become like it was again.
Then I'll say to you, "You'll be mine, forever and always, no almost."

Yet again, sad to say, we are stubborn people.
So now how? >:




Chose to stay at home tonight.
Finally, long usage of computer. (Y)