I never want to be this way,
But the people keep getting in my way.
I may turn into Satan someday,
When-this is what we can't say.
I act like I've no problem in life,
But my pressure keeps piling,
The teachers' expectations keep rising.
I can't keep my head straight or right,
And I can no more differentiate between right or wrong.
I want to move on,
But there're bound to be obstacles.
I try to get them away,
But they just don't budge but stay.
Sometimes I just wondered what the fuck is wrong with me.
Don't worry it'll get over someday.
I try to look at my front,
But the sides are my distractions.
I know I can't stay.
I know I can't remain the same.
But I certainly need time to advance.
I promise that when I see a chance,
Imma grab it and not let down.
Yeah. I'm not gonna let myself down.
Monday, 19 January 2009
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