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Not Anymore
Confession of a Broken Heart

two topics?
Thursday, October 15, 2009

Listening to: pretty gal

PEOPLE,
               i've been observing people in the stores for the past 10 months. and i felt that they are somehow cruel or maybe they didn't know what they do hurt oneself emotion.
things that they usually do, saw the item, don't like it , leave it just like that.
at the cashier, threw the money literally & i know as for me, it's rude. i'm sure if you work , you won't want people to throw ur change on the table and not giving it on your hand right?
at the fitting room, people tried it on, you don't like it, you leave it in the FR itself with all the hangers. the least that they can do is, hand it back and give it to the person who takes care of the FR right?
I THINK THAT THIS ALL BASIC COURTESY. =)
if you are this category, please stop doing it.  thank you. much appreciate.

THOUGHTS,
                     

Can’t count on you most of all when I really need it
It’s the simple things that you do really hurt my feelings
The more I try, the more I’m starting to see it
This can’t work anymore, than you believe it
Goodbye may come as a shock
Even though I love you a lot
I’ve given every breath I’ve got
Sometimes you gotta break down and breathe
Add how many times I gave my heart
To how many times we fell apart
And it equals
A promise in the dark
So don’t promise me
Add how many times I gave you me
Divided by so many memories
And it equals
A promise in the dark
So don’t promise me
I just don’t know what the problem is, what the deal is
Was I there too much, did I move too fast, I couldn’t see it?
All these promises are probably how you deal with it
I’m tired of hearing you say your innocent
Don’t think I forgot
Because I really didn’t, who cares if you’re lieing or not
I’ve given every breath I’ve got
Sometimes you gotta break down and breathe
We all make mistakes
Sometimes we do desperate things
What does it prove? NOTHING
And you never do nothing wrong
Then what took you so long, took you so long
Cuz I keep, keep hanging on, keep, keep hanging on

* and it's all because of you.


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