busan yang amat

Rose-tinted view.And satellites that compromise the truth. I wanted more
With the cuts and the bruises. Touch my face.A hopeless embrace

Faith, it drives me away. But it turns me on. Like a strangers love
It rockets through the universe. It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse
We, too, could be glorious

I need to believe. But I still want more. With the cuts and the bruises. Don't close the door
On what you adore

Faith, it drives me away. But it turns me on. Like a strangers love
It rockets through the universe. It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse
We, too, could be glorious

hate studying..

dontunderstand

its already 7.33, im tired... im sleepy... im seriously fucking trying to sleep.. but i just cant... i dont know why... thing should be simple... its not suppose to be this way... what more can i ask other than happiness.. and fuck sake for that i dont even understand.