Lyrics Spam of the day
Comme si à chaque seconde
Je succombais à tort
Comme si rien d'autre au monde
Me paraissait si fort
As if every second
I succumbed to wrong
As if nothing else in the world
Seemed so strong

I miss her.

I miss her so bad, it feels like I'm going to break.

I miss inhaling her scent, I miss seeing her smile, I miss her making me feel like I'm the beautiful person that i'll never be.

I miss the gentle squeeze of her fingers.

I miss visting her on Saturday afternoons.

I miss the radiance of her laugh.

I miss her kiss on my hand.

I miss stroking her snow white hair.

I miss hearing her sing her favourite songs in dialect. I miss singing them with her.

I miss watching her clap her hands together when she felt plesantly surprised.

I miss the times when I was younger, where I would sit on her lap and thread her needles for her. She would use purple thread because it was my favourite colour in the past.

I miss watching the peaceful expression she wore when she slept.

I miss hearing her call me "Ah Wang's big daughter"

I miss her speaking to me in dialect.

I miss her telling me how much she loved me, how much she thought I was pretty.

I miss her feeding me cake from her fork.

I miss her bad. I miss her so much.

She'll never do any of those again. I lost her. She left us all behind, with tears and painfully bittersweet memories.

We lost her.

We lost a mother, a surrogate mother, a grandmother, a great grandmother, a joy, a friend, a mentor, a heart of the family.

She'll still sing, she'll still call our name.

It's just that we can no longer hear her.

I miss her so much.

I wished I told her I loved her more often. I wished that I went to visit her more often. I wish that I spoke with her more often.

But what will regrets do at this point of time? She's gone.

I can't bring her back.

I can't hear her voice again.

I can't see her again.

I can't be by her side again.

I'm trying to be strong, but how can you be that, when you know that you aren't strong in the first place.

I'm sorry for being such a total wreck when I was with her for the last time. I'm sorry that I couldn't see her off with a smile, but with tears instead. I'm sorry I never got the chance to say goodbye.

I'm sorry that I can't let her go.

I'm sorry I don't want to heal, I'm sorry I'm still in denial...

Why won't you turn back?
Why won't you wake up?

All I needed is one last day, one last chance, one last moment, one last sentence.

Why won't you wait for me to catch up?

I'll never get it.

I'm sorry.

There's been a lot of misunderstanding going on, and the people involved are beginning to point fingers at one another. WHATEVER. I'm tired of trying to be the one to fix the mess you leave behind. You both wanna wring each others throats out, fine with me. Just do it somewhere where I CAN'T see you. I'm tired of you and i hate this hot and cold treatment. I hate being the last to know. I hate being the one left out. You go out behind my back, go out without me, it's all very fine and good, i can't stop your social life, but what i hate the most is that you say you're going out/meeting me and in the end, until the very last minute when I sms you about where you are, you start to give excuses. I'm not, a doll you sick person. I'm not something you play with and stick to when you're happy and dump the moment you're not. I hate being this hopeless person that waits like some idiot for you to call me. You can't expect to keep on waiting for your calls.

I hate you. period. I hate this side of you. I love you both so much that you can break my heart with every breath you take. But I hate you for always making me so weak. for pushing me down by simply being who you are. I hate you for making me feel like I'm never there.

Most of all, I hate myself for hanging on to your every word like it's the very oxygen I take.

One day, I'll regret posting this. but I'm so angry i can barely think.

If you're reading this now, I hope you know who you are.

Oxygen can, as my beloved Josephine tells me and reconfirmed by my beloved Bella, kill.

Shut up.

Perpetua, Needs to BREATHE J-rock and Visual Kei and Punk, Has her heart dedicated to Miyavi, Gackt, Cinema Bizarre, Uruha, Bill Kaulitz, lives life amplified based in Singapore, Can camp in Japan, Can't live without her friends and family, Needs to sleep with her beloved hello kitty and Pierrot who's her other half, Likes Black and being chinese (proud of it, damn you racists.) Supports Neo Visualism, Dreams about Dreamer(she calls him that), Hearts roleplaying, Wants to explore the world and turn back time, Belongs to Midnight Mirage

[FAV MUSIC]
Oh god,if she named all of them, it'll be longer than her blog. So.. Here are the bands/musicians that she can't ever think of deleting from her playlist.
1. 30 Seconds To Mars
2. Angelo
3. Cinema Bizarre
4. Dué le quartz
5. Evanescence
6. Gackt
7. (The)GazettE
8. Girugämesh
9. Manterou Opera
10. Nightwish
11. Pierrot
12. Tokio Hotel
13. Within Temptation
14. 雅-miyavi-

She won't bite. At least, not very often.

Amplify It
Dir En Grey - Glass Skin

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