Don't say you love me, I don't believe it.

If its right,
If its wrong,
Would someone let me know?
It's the game,
I can't play,
Do I just let you go?
Maybe it's just the way it is
cos I get the feeling, that you know it's over.

Don't say you love me,
I don't believe it.
Don't say the words,
If you don't mean it.
Don't want to hear it
Out in the open,
Keep it inside,
If you don't mean it.

Think of thou, I shalt not.
Slave of my passion, no longer.
The shackles that held me down are now broken,
Motion in a line and only a line;
raging fires shall now cease to burn,
your cold indifference the Flame's extinguisher.
Rest now, weary Heart,
you have taken more than you can bear.

Head in the clouds.

"Is it you smoking, or just the vapour??"

Like Genting, but at least 8 times worst.

Woke up to this - superfog and clouds. It was a crazy 5 degrees when I woke up at 10 this morning, and it hardly got warmer as the day went on; 3 layers of longsleeves barely kept me warm in the exam hall! My thumb nearly broke when I began to write (after inactivity). Also, in other news, I spent most of the day exhaling through my mouth, just so I can 'smoke' (read: vapour in cold conditions). ;)