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yingxuan
singapore polytechnic (dac).
Friday, January 28, 2011
a very bad post. :D

it's a game he play
i'm always stuck in this silly game of his.
i just can't seem to quit

call me a fool, i know its true.
to believe one day things would change for the better.
when im always there looking at your back.

even when you paint my heart blue
it just can't stop beating for you

after you awaken the broken heart
you just left it there yearning for your return.


its a game i say
but this heart of mine, can't just stop loving.