Monday, May 24, 2010

Those days in the small room downstairs Part II

Heard of that song Sorry by Buckcherry , that reminds me of those days. I hate the feeling of leaving, and also the feeling of seeing the leaving of others. I can't believe myself, a so called cold-blooded people would sob for Evelyn's leaving, and only I realized how deeply this house is linked with me. And I realized, how much I love staying at that place.

Sorry - Buckcherry
Oh I, have a lot to say
was thinking of my time away
I miss you and things weren't same
Cause everything inside
it never comes out right
And when I see you cry
It makes me wanna die
I'm sorry I'm bad I'm sorry you're blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know, I can't take it back
I love how you kiss, I love all your sound
Baby the way you make my world go round
And I just, wanted to say
I'm sorry
This time, I think I'm to blame
It's harder to get through the days
You get older and blame turns to shame
Cause everything inside
It never comes out right
And when I see you cry
It makes me wanna die
I'm sorry I'm bad I'm sorry you're blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know, I can't take it back
I love how you kiss I love all your sounds
Baby the way you make my world go round
And I just, wanted to say
I'm sorry
Every single day I think about how we came all this way
The sleepless nights and the tears you cried
It never too late to make it right



On the leaving day, this song was played, that turned me sad. I hope the others will still remember of this song, meaningful not only the lyrics, but the melody which all of us sang together. I wanna say sorry, for things I've said that hurt some of you, if I ever done anything that makes you hate me, I also wanna send my apology here.

I don't know whether is there still a chance for all of us to meet up again, probably when the time we see each other, it is after years. And maybe, we can't even recognise each other. I truly hope that my existence in your life is not a dirt of your life, even if it was, I hope you would rub it away.

I feel you.

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