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

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Why, the person living in the appartmant above mine is making lameass attempts on the piano. Not only are they making lameass attempts, they are also making lameass attempts to play the songs I play!

They play one note and then dawdle about, trying to find the right next note. It takes them maybe half an hour to progress. It is very sad. They always, always have to play the piano after I do. Are they like trying to get some point across to me? Like what, "Hey listen I can play the piano too! Maybe my knowledge is limited to 'Ode to Joy' and broken scales, but still!" Yes, yes, very clever, but it's been 10 years since we bought this flat and you'd think they would've grown up and learnt new stuff.

Reading this you wouldn't think I am in a good mood. But I am, except about the person-living-in-the-appartment-above-mine thing. Perhaps I am a little mean. Because I know that I have something to not-look-forward to in a few weeks. God, I hate these situations.

i thought the world of you
11:07 PM