Wednesday, December 9

sometimes, i wished that time can pass slowly like how the ice melts
everything seems to be going so fast; too fast, i can't even catch up
how i wish to relax while smoking a ciggerette reminiscing the past


i find that i'm losing myself over time, my mind's not right in a way
perhaps i'm too naive or just wanna escape from the vines of reality
with that, i'm facing the music and it ain't easy; too troublesome
why money has to be the problem, always though ~