The first time I saw your face
I was blown away without a trace
I felt so alone on a busy street
when you passed me by
I felt my feet melt away
Melt away

I pray to God I could meet
Someone like the boy I'd just seen
Someone that could stop me dead
Someone that could spin around in my head all day
In my head all day

Someday I will fly with you
Someday I will fly with you

That night I saw him again
It was the first time I touched his hand
He made me feel so warm
We talked all night 'til the dawn came our way
Til the dawn came our way

But the timing was all wrong
When I met the one I should've known
Instead I walked away leaving behind my destiny on that day
My destiny on that day

Someday I will fly with you
Someday I will fly with you

But I still see his face
In my mind it's the only place
And we will meet again
And I will touch your hand again on that day
Your hand again on that day

Monday, July 17, 2006

Six more days to my bday.i'm not really fussed.I mean, 15 isn't really an important age for me.It's the 16, the 18 and the 21 that means something to me.I will only like celebrating birthdays up to the 25th,I think. on every birthday after that i will think,'I'm old.' haha.not exactly old but i wouldn't be a youth anymore,right.But still,you're not fifteen everyday.When I'm 60 I will probably wish I valued the time I was fifteen and had celebrated my bday with more gusto.If i live to 60 I mean.With the number of cars zipping around the country now you'll have a higher chance of being smashed to smithereens any moment.And terrorists seem to enjoy placing bombs in public transport.The idiots.I wish when the FBI or someone catch them they will place them on a lawn and mow them over, then set their pants on fire, add salt to whatever wounds they get and then jump on them.And that's just for the so-called less active terrorists.

i thought the world of you
3:21 PM