these were the best of me.
i really wish someone would kill me, knock me over when i'm crossing the road, the lift would drop me straight down to meet my maker, and that most of all,
my heart would suffer a heart attack due to this broken heart.

the only people i talk to these days are from msn, i miss hearing voices.
because the only voices i hear now are those in my head telling me that i should just give up.
but i can't, i must not.

i am a curse.
everyone i said i love you too, leave eventually.
and up till now, i really don't know what happened, or what i did.
i guess that's history now.
i'll find a way to move on. i will.

please sing me to sleep rachael, i miss listening to you.


Rachael Yamagata - Quiet