dont get your hopes too high, cause it was never in style.
some absence will make me too sad, much presence ill be shy.
accident by the road, those bloodstains that face never escaped me.
im afraid AHA, im not used to this silence.
litte things that make it sweet.

i miss wakerman loh tan and wee.

i caught a thousand butterflies today,
so i can send them to your stomach (:
noise and kisses.