Memory indeed,serves as the medium through which a personal history is reconstructed..
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sober - kelly Clarkson
And I don't know
This could break my heart or save me
Nothing's real
Until you let go completely
So here I go with all my thoughts I've been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me
Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
But I know it's never really over
And I don't know
I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me
So I won't worry about my timing, I want to get it right
No comparing, second guessing, no not this time
Three months and I'm still breathing
Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in but I know
It's never really over, no
Wake up
Three months and I'm still standing here
Three months and I'm getting better yeah
Three months and I still am
Three months and it's still harder now
Three months I've been living here without you now
Three months yeah, three months
Three months and I'm still breathing
Three months and I still remember it
Three months and I wake up
Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers..
This song really touched my soul, i dont know why but it really break into my heart.. maybe its beacuse of some reasons... and also, maybe Im just tired with being all alone.. for the past 1 month of being in college, I realized something.. Its just it made me more mature..
T_T
preliminary exams is on friday..
got to go and review...
"NO NOT THIS TIME!"
hahaha.. Im kinda sentimental..
-angela-
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