Impossible

practically actually everything is possible.
its how you work things out.
if you have the right ingredients, the right time.
anything is possible.
even a perfect muder.
or a forever young body.

but theres one little thing is not possible i think.
is to penetrate a human mind.
to understand, control, predict and love.
maybe it is.
for wad i know.
i dont think so.
there are things that just happen magically.
like love.
theres no explanation.
perhaps.

"Vacation" by me.
currently unfinished.
feedbacks will be considered.
lack of inspirations now.
to be continued.
here is goes.

"In the world where light is dim.
The portrait i seek cant be seen.

As the leaf got blown away.
As the water flow, the face cleanse.
The shadow stared in dismay.
Loneliness sets in, the paralzed sense.

Leaving no dirt and tears.
Its all written all over the face.
It traced back the fear.
So fast so sleek, losing the pace.

Chorus:
Its all done now.
Going for a vacation.
Its all gone now.
There goes his anticipation.
Its about time now my girl.
I'm weak, the love i cant suppress.
I should go now Princess.
The oblivion is calling out for my presence."



I hate this song by Secondhand Serenade.
Speak with your tongue tied,
I know that you're tired
But I just want to know,
Where you want to go,
I may be sad, But I'm not weak,
This situation is bleak
And you puffy eyes never lie,
Your tears come from inside.

Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answer
I guess that yesturday's not good enough for you,
You know that I hate this song,
You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you

Drown your fears with me
I'm feeling real sorry
Your glossy eyes don't need
The sadness they have seen
But you're way too deep to swim
Back up again
But somehow I can't find
The moment you said goodbye

Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answer
I guess that yesturday's not good enough for you,
You know that I hate this song,
You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you

This is becoming a problem
I'm hurting it's unfair
But somehow your words,
The way that I heard are haunting me,
You're under my skin
You're breaking in,
And the tasteless fights that filled our nights
Are starting to cave in,
You're under my skin
You're breaking in
And if Sundays what it takes to prove
I have nothing else to lose

Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answer
I guess that yesturday's not good enough for you,
You know that I hate this song,
You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you