21 December 1989, Thursday.
Sagittarian/Capricornian.
Events Management Enthusiast.
Branch Secretary.
If you are hating, stop staring.™
Further Description of MYSELF :
She expresses herself through fashion, food, her lyrical writings, music and photography.
She organized her first gig, The Cynosure Theatre at the Singpore Art's House when she was barely 16 years old.
She enjoys meeting up with her dearest girlfriends and enjoy late night sessions of crapping, gossiping and smoking.
A self pro-claimed Facebook addict.
An avid blogger on most days when she doesn't suffer from bitch fits.
A person with flair and personality who doesn't resort to back hand tactics.
It makes her look all timid.
Like she emphasizes, if you are hating then stop staring.
Then, again.
Everyone is a critique.
And, I am extremely vulgar.
Did she mention that she has an obsession and addiction to a one-weird-eight-inch fetish ?
If I really wanna go out tonight, I never used to go out without you; Not sure I remember how to.
Gonna be late, Gonna be late.
But, all my girls don't have to wait cause, I dont know if I like my outfit; I tried everything in my closet.
Chorus :
Nothing feels right when Im not with you, Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos; Takin them off 'cause I feel a fool, Try'na dress up when I'm missing you.
I'm a step out of this lingerie, Curl up in a ball with something Hanes; In bed I lay.
With nothing but your T-shirt on.
With nothing but your T-shirt on.
Hey ...
Verse 2 :
Gotta be strong, gotta be strong
But I'm really hurtin now that you're gone, I thought maybe I'd do some shopping; But I couldnt get past the door and ...
Now I dont know, now I dont know
If I'm ever really gonna let you go, And I couldnt even leave my apartment; I'm stripped down, torn up about it.
Chorus :
Nothing feels right when Im not with you, Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos; Takin them off 'cause I feel a fool, Try'na dress up when I'm missing you.
I'm a step out of this lingerie, Curl up in a ball with something Hanes; In bed I lay.
With nothing but your T-shirt on.
With nothing but your T-shirt on.
With nothing but your T-shirt on. (Cause I missed you, cause I missed you)
With nothing but your T-shirt on. (said I missed you ... Baby.)
Now I dont know, now I dont know
If I'm ever really gonna let you go, And I couldnt even leave my apartment; I'm stripped down, torn up about it.
Half Chorus :
Nothing feels right when Im not with you, Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos; Takin them off 'cause I feel a fool, Try'na dress up when I'm missing you.
I'm a step out of this lingerie, Curl up in a ball with something Hanes; In bed I lay.
Chorus :
Nothing feels right when Im not with you, Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos; Takin them off 'cause I feel a fool, Try'na dress up when I'm missing you.
I'm a step out of this lingerie, Curl up in a ball with something Hanes; In bed I lay.
Let me hold you for the last time, It’s the last chance to feel again.
But you broke me, Now I can’t feel anything.
When I love you, It’s so untrue; I can’t even convince myself. When I’m speaking, It’s the voice of someone else.
Oh ... It tears me up, I tried to hold on but it hurts too much; I tried to forgive but it’s not enough, To make it all okay.
You can’t play on broken strings, You can’t feel anything; That your heart don’t want to feel; I can’t tell you something that ain’t real.
Oh ... The truth hurts, A lie is worse; I can’t like it anymore, And I love you a little less than before.
Oh ... What are we doing ? We are turning into dust, Playing house in the ruins of us.
Running back through the fire, When there’s nothing left to save; It’s like chasing the very last train, When it’s too late.
Oh ... It tears me up, I tried to hold on but it hurts too much; I tried to forgive but it’s not enough, To make it all okay.
You can’t play on broken strings, You can’t feel anything; That your heart don’t want to feel; I can’t tell you something that ain’t real.
Oh ... The truth hurts, A lie is worse; I can’t like it anymore, And I love you a little less than before.
But we’re running through the fire, When there’s nothing left to say; It’s like chasing the very last train, When we both know it’s too late.
Too late ...
You can’t play on broken strings, You can’t feel anything; That your heart don’t want to feel; I can’t tell you something that ain’t real.
Oh ... The truth hurts, A lie is worse; I can’t like it anymore. And I love you a little less than before, Oh ... And I love you a little less than before.
Let me hold you for the last time, It’s the last chance to feel again.
" The truth is hiding in your eyes And it's hanging on your tongue. Just boiling in my blood. But you think that I can't see What kind of man that you are, If you're a man at all. Well, I will figure this one out On my own. (I'm screaming, "I love you so.") On my own. (My thoughts you can't decode) "
Dbl O.
Thanks for trying to make me smile again, everyone.
Hafiz, thanks for the conversation we had.
I really appreciate that you are helping me out.
I thought I'd feel better.
The distraction was what I thought I needed.
Then, I had to catch a glimpse of him.
I am weakened even more.
It felt good for a brief moment that I held his hands on the dance floor.
I have so much to say to him.
It still hurts but I am trying to move on.
Why did he have to leave half way through the night ?
Why did he have to give me that look ?
Can he bear seeing me wrapped around the arms of another man ?
Can he feel how I am feeling right now ?
Does he understands my sadness ?
Does he know that my mind is in a discord ?
Nothing feels right when I am not with him.
Till then, I sew myself shut.
Ikhlas ku nyatakan, Kau yang ku sayangi; Kau yang ku cintai, Walau tak mampu ku miliki.
Pull up your pants, (Just Like him) Take out the trash; (Just Like him) Getting your cash like him, fast like him Girl you wanna act like he did.
(I'm talking about) Security codes on everything, Vibrate so your phone don't ever ring, (A foreign account) And another one he don't know about.
Hook :
Wish we could switch up the roles and I could be that
Tell you I love you, But when you call I never get back.
Would you ask them questions like me, Like where you be at ?
Cause I'm out four in the morning, On the corner rolling; Doing my own thing.
Chorus :
What if I ? Had a thing on the side, Made you cry ? Would the rules change up or would they still apply ? If I played you like a toy, Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy ...
Guy chopped, screwed voice :
Can't be getting mad ! What you mad ? Can't handle that ! Can't be getting mad ! What you mad ? Can't handle that !
Wish we could switch up the roles And I could be that ...
Verse : 2
Girl go head and be ... (Just Like him) Go run the streets (Just Like him) Go home missing sleep like him, creep like him Front with our friends Act hard when you're with them, like him (What) Keep a straight face when you tell a lie Always keep an air tight alibi (Keep him in the dark) What he don't know won't break his heart
Hook :
Wish we could switch up the roles and I could be that
Tell you I love you, But when you call I never get back.
Would you ask them questions like me, Like where you be at ?
Cause I'm out four in the morning, On the corner rolling; Doing my own thing.
Chorus :
What if I ? Had a thing on the side, Made you cry ? Would the rules change up or would they still apply ? If I played you like a toy, Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy ...
Guy chopped, screwed voice :
Can't be getting mad ! What you mad ? Can't Handle that ! Can't be getting mad ! What you mad ? Can't handle that ! Can't be getting mad ! What you mad ? Can't handle that ! Can't be getting mad ! What you mad ? Can't handle that !
Bridge :
If I was always gone With the sun getting home
Would you like that ?
Told you I was with my crew When I knew it wasn't true
Would you like that ?
If I act like you Walk a mile off in your shoes
Would you like that ?
I'm messing with your head again Dose of your own medicine
Chorus :
What if I ? Had a thing on the side, Made you cry ? Would the rules change up or would they still apply ? If I played you like a toy, Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy ...
Guy chopped, screwed voice :
Can't be getting mad ! What you mad ? Can't Handle that ! Can't be getting mad ! What you mad ? Can't handle that ! Can't be getting mad ! What you mad ? Can't handle that ! Can't be getting mad ! What you mad ? Can't handle that !
Music Plays ...
Outro :
If I played you ... Would you like that ? Had friends ... Would you like that ? Never call ... Would you like that ? Hell nahh ! You wouldn't like that No !
Half-Chorus :
What if I ? Had a thing on the side, Made you cry ? Would the rules change up or would they still apply ? If I played you like a toy, Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy ...
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