Painted faces fill the places I can't reach.

As tradition goes, I always blog before a biology test and here I am again. It's become a customary, almost mandatory, routine. I think it's probably the cathartic effect of biology revision that compels me to regurgitate all my woes onto this online portal. So I admit I'm not Little Miss Sunshine today but the past 2 days have been fun-filled, fluffy, sugar, spice and everything nice. But I'm paying the price of being too happy today. Y'know how life has this way of flipping everything upside down just when you felt everything was finally going right? Mhmm, kinda sums up all that I'm feeling into a nutshell.

You're a plunderer, a looter, a criminal, positively a savage beast. It's not fair, it's unjust, it's villianous. There should be riots, protests, public outcries and demonstrations over the absurdity of it all - how someone, seemingly innocuous, inconsequential, vague, can enter your life, staying long enough to catch your eye before leaving abruptly, without a word, without a trace. Leaving the bruised soul longing for more, yearning for just one more moment. Out of sight, out of mind? That couldn't be more untrue.

Okay am most certainly deranged after three hours of studying biology so excuse the incoherentness of it all.


I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I cant reach

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you, And all you know, And how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me, somebody