I could get good at crying crocodiles tears
Just to get along
I could carry on telling you what you want to hear
Til my voice is gone
But if i finally get to the place that I think is home
And i don’t belong
Whats the point in it
Wheres the benefit
When I’m gaining all but I’m losing it

Its not worth having
If its too much to hold
It can dig so deep
That your left with a hole
Does the energizer with a bag full of gold

Don’t wanna end up like pirate bones
While the thought was treasures just a pile of stones
I might have to judge, rather then be lying alone
Just a pile of pirate bones

Today there’s a gigantic yellow pus pimple right the edge of my mouth, it is as hideous like the witch with a giant mold. OMG OMG~~ But still with such dignity and ignorance, I still had to walk to LRT, facing all the crowds, looking at me with one eye, walked through the streets of KL to office, facing all my colleagues while talking to them, and finally the HEA members eventhough they didn’t bother by it too much or have already getting used to it (OMG OMG!)

So today I am like a pirate, not have to watch them yet, but able to look like one already. The song is from Natasha Bedingfield’s new N.B. album, and I’m loving it!

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