Given wealth and friends...I pick my friends
Given health and friends....I pick my friends
Given success and friend....I pick my friends
If my friends are hurt.............I'll be hurt too
If anyone were to hurt my friends...I'll just haunt them down....tie them up...put down on a stampede ground...let the wildbeeste trample over them.....push them over the cliff....throw a washing machine along with them too...................
That's how much I love my friends
But who am I?I'm just a NOBODY!!
Right?
I'm sorry ah....I had this bad bad dream,it felt so real....I see the hate in the eyes...i see the disgust in the eyes....I was just so so hurt in that dream...It made me realise that I'm not that important i thought i was.....





Guys can really sometimes be egoistic shallow himbotic stupid idiots who only looks at your physical appearance and can't appreciate what's inside a girl.....Just what the hell is wrong with them....I prove my point with the Cinta Cholestrol story...
Talked to a friend bout guys...just wassup with guys hurting girls ah....Do you think we're dolls that are void of feeling....They like all these stupid girls who may not even love them as much...they are just in for the relationship...for the name of relationship....they just have to fall in love with the pathet,idiots,freaking bitches instead of those who are true.....To these type of people....whatever ah....U better dun hurt my friend....coz u'll pay







Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he's bid for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly


We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside


Dreaming about Providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we've been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe we're bent and broken, broken


We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life, yeah


We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live


Hanim