9/08/2009

Balloon with hole

All things in my mind like a mess
I cannot understand what I said
My hands cannot type what I think
Just like tied my hands when typing
I lost my striving heart
Like a balloon with a hole
The air escaping when it is blow
I don't know what am I doing now
I don't know what am I thinking now
Just day after day, week after week
If you were me
Would you do the same thing like me?