SENTOSA PICTURES (:

i dont know what ive done to make you make me sieve your spit into rum,
your words into charms, i didnt figure out what that desperation cry means,
until someday, when someone taught me how to hate.

if you think your rights to speak is higher than the sky,
perhaps you find someone, somewhere where you can share your thoughts without a worry of unclear thoughts and words that might soil your perfect offering.

if you think you know me, im sorry you dont.
stop being such an ass and who taught you to judge a book only after you've read chapter one?

i hate you for disappointing yourself, others and everything.
why dont you say you're sorry for being such a failure on earth.
you cant change what others have seen, what others dont get.
you're always doing things that lead to misunderstandings,
you have a thouands to spit, but nothing is coming out.
nobody understands what you're thinking, im sure its not even you.
keep your confusion somewhere near, i hope you all are happy.

we should never have lived like we were skyscrappers.