unabridged

I've done my time, I know.
Tired of it, sick of it,
To which I refer all the stuff that was once so important to me;
Its value is, however, vanishing fast
Without trace, without whys.

"No more lingering, please,"
Hand on heart, I murmur,
"I may have been wrong,
But, I did what I thought was right.
Maybe the only mistake I made is:
BORN LATE,
Later than those who have acted lazier and,
at the same time, more selfish."
Interestingly, though,
"I'm a Christian," they keep claiming;
"Geez!" I despise.
I'm so glad that I have never ever been one of them;
As a matter of fact, I'm more intrigued by Buddhism,
for its main principle, karma, shall punish the real culprits.

No more cynicism. Be contented
I write by a cliff
pondering, whispering to myself
"Isn't summer dusk adorable?"

Simple Plan - 2 songs combined

To be on the edge of breaking down
Am I stuck inside a world I hate?
You always take time. To criticise me
No, you don't know what it's like
I make mistakes. I just can't get it right

To be hurt. To feel lost. To be left out in the dark
It's like I'm the one. You love to hate. But not today
So shut up, shut up, shut up
Welcome to my life

Confession to make

No worries 'bout me: Secular stuff shall not hinder me in any way, let alone blind me; instead, I shall stick to my heart for, I still relish, you once shared with me the following:

Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die,
Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly;
Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams go,
Life is a barren field, frozen with snow

new cell, new self; docomo, masamoto

Oh gosh!
I've accidentally deleted all my phone contacts
(thanks to the new cell phone)

So, if you're my trusted friend,
be ready to give me your number again!
(I'll come to you)
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