you're sick

you're sick and you see the world
you fly around, not making a sound.
you see things you want,
you see things you dont want.
yet the things you dont want to see, catches your eyes too fast
he made his move, and now you're stuck
i saw it all.
you're just going to tell me the same old thing
that you simply cant. forget that damned thing.
maybe this is a sign for me
to get my arse moving.
its been patronising here for too long
it hurts to see me, wanna leave
but its only me who sees, me
be happy damn it, dont break here break there
pop by on msn, and tell me some "good news"
i dont want to hear, dont want to feel
i used to prefer, that simple old you
but there's no point now, things happened for fun
when things happen for fun, i wont participate
for fun is rubbish. especially when
the things arent meant for fun.
but they did, this high level complication
of simple retardedness
i wont get involved
so heres wat you can do
step to the south, while i step to the north
you knew that you could never just be a friend
to me.
it had to be more than a friend
it had to...
but since it wont be the case
lets slash this up
so deep its numb
when it doesnt feel
we'll meet in this
singapore's humble summer.