Sunday, February 12, 2006
an even short weekend this week, i cant imagine how i'll survive the remaining 4 months if the weekends just run by so fast, flying 2 flights tml, both are aerobatic sorties, hopefully i can survive both w/o puking, its been a long time since i had aerobatics, like.. last yr? haha, plus spinning and stuff.. omg.. hopefully i dun go weak tml.. went clubbing on sat, finally, our 1st stay out in perth since we've arrived in aug last yr.. gosh, its already been so long, and yet, i've barely completed 1/3 of the flights that i'm supposed to fly here.. there's still so long to go.. anyway.. clubbing in perth's not much diff frm singapore, just that the crowd's diff, i'd prefer singapore clubs anyday.. i miss the company i haf while clubbing too.. its just.. different when i club wif my coursemates.. and yeah.. back to bunk today afternoon, having like 3 hours of slp, damn tired, but still had to study just now.. hopefully i can rem wad i've just read tml, i'm so exhausted already. slping soon.. at like 10.. 1st flights at 8.15am.. ugh..
Lost and broken,
Hopeless and lonely.
Smiling on the outside,
and hurt beneath my skin.
My eyes are fading,
My soul is bleeding.
I'll try to make it seem okay,
But my faith is wearing thin.
So help me heal these wounds,
They've been open for way too long.
Help me fill this soul,
Even though this is not your fault,
That I'm open,
And I'm bleeding,
All over your brand new rug.
And I need someone to help me sew them up.
I only wanted a magazine,
I only wanted a movie screen,
I only wanted the life I'd read about and dreamed.
And now my mind is an open book,
And now my heart is an open wound,
And now my life is an open soul for all to see.
But help me heal these wounds,
They've been open for way too long.
Help me fill this soul,
Even though this is not your fault,
That I'm open and I'm bleeding,
All over your brand new rug.
And I need someone to help me,
So you come along,
I push you away,
Then kick and scream for you to stay.
Cuz I need someone to help me,
Oh I need someone to help me,
To help me heal these wounds,
They've been open for way too long.
Help me fill this soul,
Even though this is not your fault,
That I'm open,
And I'm bleeding,
All over your brand new rug.
And I need someone to help me sew them,
I need someone to help me fill them,
I need someone to help me close them up.
