Artist : Plain White T's
Album : All That We Needed
Title : Hey There Delilah
Footnote : Schweetnesh.



Hey there Delilah
Whats it like in New York City
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square cant shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah
dont you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
close your eyes
listen to my voice its my disguise
Im by your side

Ohhh, its what you do to mee
Oh, its what you do to me (x2)
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are gettin hard
but just believe me girl
some day i'll pay the bills with this guitar
we'll have it good
we'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say,
if every simple song i wrote to you
would take your breath away
I'd write it all.
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Ohhh, it's what you do to mee
Oh, it's what you do to me (x2)

A thousand miles seems pretty far
but they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way.
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because
we know that none of them have felt this way
Delilah I could promise you
that by the time that we get through
the world will never ever be the same
and you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
you be good and dont you miss me
2 more years and you'll be done with school
and I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to

Hey there Delilah heres to you,
this one's for you

Ohhh, it's what you do to me
Oh, its what you do to me (x2)
What you do to me
Oh oh oh oh etc

I'm dumb & i'm childish. Fuckfaced.

A M R A H K R A E D

If you can hear my tears tonight
The feeling that i fear to fight
The feeling that places none above you
One that spells " I love You "

Every Cliche that was given birth by overused Expressions
" I'm sorry ".. & I'd understand why it's refused acceptance

The unspoken lapse that defines the gap between us
With checkpoints of Trials & Tribulations that screen us
I cant find the sight of me without U in my arms
Let me be your Oasis, one that offers Dew of no harms
Without U, i lost the cause of my Struggle
Verbally defected, like a clause with no vowels

When soothing tunes turn looney, am hollow
I'm drowning in the Darkest Damned Sorrow
Panting on INadequacy of the meaning of words
From lips that project the spinning of Curse

Tonight i put faith behind my every words
Every syllables binded a sentence - Far from absurd
And every phrase that commutes a meaning
Meaning of my INterpretations, the very foundation of my leaning.

** Usual flipping of an old notebook, thought its kinda cool, a few ammendments here and there, and here i am..

Sundays, Sin Days..
And the shit goes on..
Current Listen : N/A

Sundays have always, never failing, to obliterate whatever cheers that i've got in me into ashes. They never have. In Sundays, I'll always feel confused. In Sundays i'll always feel that the clock is ticking a little faster than the rest of the days in a week, and every tick, is a tick against me. Sundays, do you hate me ? Goddamn it, dont make me see ya for i shall molest ya without any hinge of Remorse.

Wanna go buy a brand new DVD Writer since the previous one was simultaneously raped by me, I and myself, so bad that she cough off sperms from her lips. Yea gross, sue me, fuckers ! And my parents had to use my car to go to some kenduris of my pop's subordinates. Yea yea yea, whatevers.

Goddamn it, gimme pussies. Fuck 'em.

Edits : And oh, Salman Rushdie splits with his wife, WARGH KARGH KARGH KARGH KARGH KARGH KARGH KARGH KARGH, so much for the freedom eh ? Serves you right fucker.

* Inserts middle finger(s) *

Disclaimer : That was edited after the first time publishing, and im glad i accidently saw the Salman Rushdie post in my Blog.

Paper Plane In The Rain
Current Listen : Jason Wade of Lifehouse - You Belong To Me.mp3

Stared upon the blank screen, and all i see is You
I thought i lose something and thats when i realize I miss U !

My admiration towards you - A paper plane launched in the rain
Its Agony binded by thousand pains, long have i known that its vain

To be without, makes no sense while to be with you, is total Nonsense
A side of me hates you, while the other loath you - being absent.

The root of my pain is One, yet im facing 2 Me's
IF and only if, you can see how meaningful you are to me..

And should you not, just let it reside under the sheet of my deathbed
And the Earth shall bear the very weight of the memories coloured in Red

" We'll See.. "
2 years (yea almost) of Blogging & still counting. Let us commemorate the very first time i ever stumbled upon a Blog.

At times i wake up wondering of the purpose of my Life. Purpose or Goal, cascade down, fusion into short, long and if i may, definite termed characteristics.

The definite goal, being a Muslim, apparently, with or without concious, is to be ready for the Afterlife, though clearly, little have i done to prepare myself before Him. I admit.

Long & short termed, in my view, are defined on wordly purposes. These goals have by far, been the most frustrating. Loads of them have lingered within the back of my head, and none has manage to survive for me to see its end. Its either they were prematurely born, half way pursuit or not even pursued at all. I find my Life, at certain point, sickeningly plain. Is it the aftertaste of my newly developed personality or has it been there all along just for me to realize it as of late ?

At times i feel that I alone am Adequate to take on the whole world and her scorns, while the other time, i find myself salivating for the embrace of accompaniment. Had someone who was really interested in me, and this my friend, is very RARE and is no daily occurance, and i let her off sliding on the slippery platfrom of my Ignorance.

But do i really need or long for company, as in current context ? Coz yea, gradually i will. Guess being in adventure will open your eyes in all sort of directions. Path of Uncertainty is the path that'll lead me to seeing the bigger picture. Yea, i guess. Should i was wrong ? Well, i've got my whole remaining breathe for rectifications. I will find out along the way or at least i hope i will.

" We'll see.. " - is a Friend's default answer to the uncertains & i cant help myself liking it.

We'll see, thus.