There are something that's better left not to be done.
How an act could change everything.
How your act changed everything.
Everything man.
With fire nestling in the heart.
For a terribly long time.
Just enough for a large blast.
No need to even target at you.
Don't blame on what has been said.
The pen has been raised.
The ink has been dried.
Thanks to mental corruption.
There are choices of course.
To either follow the heart or the mind.
Maybe none as well.
No offence on that.
Wicked is good.
You'd know from the movie.
Totally doubt it at first.
Can't deny it anymore.
Prescribing the sense of reality.
None is perfect.
Who am I to judge.
But who are you to act such as this.
Ego's overwhelming us.
We'd make a perfect match.
We should have a battle.
For not all girls are cowards.
Its not about hatred let alone anger.
Its sadness. Innocence. Justice.
Obtain the honey.
But don't break the hive.
Nah, no need to waste time.
We're having a fight anyway.
A few weeks away.
Man I sound evil.
This happens eventually,
When you've got the wrong girl to mess up with.
There are things to prevail you know.
The word Mr.Right is invalid.
This happens.
When one doesn't appreciate what they have.
Obviously.
Aha. Rasa macam nak sing out loud Taylor's "Shake it Off".
Fits the condition I'm going through perfectly.
Things can't get any worse can they?
