Day by day...
Life is getting quieter...
I can't even hear my voice in this quiet room anymore...
I'm loosening my grip...
And I dunno...
It feels like everything I hav is like...
Sand slipping thru my fingers...
I'm tinking too much...
Man...
I need a rest...
(And I guess I juz need care and concern bah...)
Sometimes I feel like a criminal...
Like I need to be chained and cuffed...
And ready to be executed...
Hmm...
Why did I turned this way?
Where has the smiling young chap gone to?
Where has his compassionate heart went to?
Its as though he has changed...
Perhaps he hav...