hanging by a thread
Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without youi just had to come here and write this down. a moment ago, i thought i've seemingly understood the essence of waiting. to wait is to allow yourself time to understand another and to leave room for imagination and curious minds. ahhh but this thought itself cant withstand time, my enthusiasm fizzles out very soon. sigh, fancy me blogging at work huh! i wish i weren't so easily beaten down everytime.
My hands are tied
My body bruised,
she's got me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing left to lose
With or without you, U2
each footstep is a new love letter ♥
Tuesday, May 20, 2008 , 10:29 AM