i wait for the postman
to bring me a letter.
i wait for the good Lord
to make me feel better
and i carry the weight of the world
on my shoulder
a family in crisis that only grows older

so why'd you have to go

daughter to father,daughter to father
i am broken
but im am hoping
daughtet to father
i am crying
a part of me is dying
cause these are,these are
a comfession of a broken heart

and i wear all your old clothes
your polo sweather
i dream of another you
the one who would never
never leave me alone to pick up the pieces
daddy to hold me
thats what i needed

why'd you have to go

daughter to father,daughter to father
i dont know you
but i still want to
daughter to father,daughter to father
tell me the truth
did you ever love me
cause these are,these are
the confessions of a broken heart

i love you..


well..after listening to it for the second time,took me quite sometime to hold back the tears.at least its better than before right?

studied with jazzmen and chyuan ming.it was,FUN..but,i didnt accomplish anything in the end..+sigh+...spent too much time dazing and playing..=)) maths lessons SUCKS.for once,I WANT MISS NOMALA BACK!!!+sigh+..in the end,i didnt get what the relieve teacher said.BUGGER~

im glad she chose to follow my way.but strangly,it seems that im not feeling any better.its not that im not used to it..but,i reaslied that she has nothing to do with the feelings that i have these weeks.for once,i agreed with jasonKOH.tears are trapped in my heart,going to explode.pathetic yea?i dont know.i dont know anymore.life's not like how it used to be..cant find anyone to confide to.or rather,im not willing to talk to anyone.i feel that every hand that i touch is cold.maybe im hallucinating?i guess,im just too afraid to trust anyone.yes,including ivan and jas.why cant i just let it go and cry?its hard,really.

spanish~
-hidden confessions of a broken heart-