For every song, there’s a memory; for every word, there’s an emotion.

I don’t know about other people, but for me I like to express myself with songs. And I tend to notice each word of the lyrics. And I like those which can totally accurately describe what I actually felt at that time. I have an awful lot of sad songs in my compilations, I found out.

Some things are bothering me lately, and I can’t actually find the best song that describes this. That disturbs me. I want but I don’t know how to want; I felt but I don’t know how to tell. This makes me want to write a song for myself. Too bad I’m not really the kinda guy who is talented enough to write a song and put it into rhythms and lyrics.

I need an Answer, but I don’t know what’s the question. I want All Or Nothing At All, but I’m afraid of not getting any at all. Nobody Knows what’s happening inside me. I’m Chasing, but I guess I’m just Chasing my own tail. I guess, I’m Disqualified, not even capable of writing myself a Love Song. Suddenly felt like maybe I Don’t Deserve It because I think I have to Let you Do What You Have To Do. I try to Save Up Love everyday, but I just don’t have anywhere to spend it anyway. For every little thing, I find the Excuse to think of you. Maybe I’m just an Onion to you, trivial and unimportant, yet essential in delicacies that you eat once in a while. I just wish things will get Better In Time while I’m Bleeding Love here, in a denial stage, unable to face the fact of Happily Never After. There are Actually A Lot of Things I Want To Say To You, it’s just that it’s not time yet, and I’m not in a position to say yet. God I wish an Angel would help me out, but you seem to be the One And Only In This World that I find to be one. I just Realize that I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing in your life, but you are not letting me into it, and I don’t know what you want me to do or to be. I’m at the Cliff of Love right now, hesitating whether I should just close my eyes and jump. I’m just like a ship which Ran Ashore and can’t do anything about the situation. And then I sudddenly Realize I realized nothing at all. I hope, I can see my Rainbow again some day and that, I won’t be The Invisible Man anymore.

What I wrote, is just a fraction of all that’s happening in my mind. And in the end, everything comes back to just one thing in my mind: You.