I don't know what time is it, but I'm writting this cos some weirdo asked me to update... haha... I'm jk... I just did my home econ course work... So I'm really tired... yeah... Can't wait till my exams are over... Mine's coming early... like in next week. ya... I studied... But I don't think I was mugging... ya... I stopped a few times to rest and play a little guitar... I don't know why, but suddenly everyone is cutting their wrist like... for fun... Ben Ee did it... I was angry at him for a week, and he like nearly did it again today... But I managed to stop him... cos I was using his pen knife to cut something and I accidentally cut it in really deep into my middle finger. When he saw me get cut, he threw away the blade... It didn't hurt much... lol...( I pretended that it hurt a lot so he'd end all of tht... haha) Then there's this problem in my mind about smoking... I saw this totally innocent looking guy in the staff toilet, and he sort of wanted to show off that he was smoking... I guess he thought it was cool... poor guy... I think he just needs someone to care for him... And since tht guy's my friend... ya... My friend Erwin took the cigerette away from him when he saw tht guy smoking... He threw it away... ya... I respect him for helping out that fellow friend in this torturous system called life... Or is it just school? I'll know once i've grown there... As for everything else, You don't want to know... ya... pc...
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Chronicles of life and death
You come in cold,
You're covered in blood.
They're all so happy you've arrived.
The doctor cuts your chord.
He hands you to your mom.
She sets you free into this life.
And where do you go with no destination, no maps to guide you.
Wouldn't you know that it doesn't matter, we all end up the same.
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the best day of your life.
And money talks in this world,
That's what idiots will say
But you'll find out that this world,
Is just an idiots parade
Before you go, you've got some questions.
And you want answers
But now you're old, cold, covered in blood,
right back to where you started from
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the worst day of your life.
But these are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the best day of,
Today could be the worst day of,
Today could be the last day of your life.
It's your life, your life.
