Saturday, February 16, 2008 @Saturday, February 16, 2008
1200 am
My bus arrvied at airport terminal
I wanted to turn around and go home
I was totally out of mood to work
But i didn
For i thought..
Wat better way den to work
Tat could put my mind off e thinkings e aches
Why does depression grow by its own
How much more must be added
U ask me wats there more to life
i look to e distance
I can only say to u...nothing
And i can tell u i feel terrible too
When my future's nothing
Wat could i even provide u
? and i stand in the
wonder of your love