i don't exactly feel that the holidays are boring
it's just the i'm-stuck-at-home-doing-crap that sucks
actually no
the feeling of lazing and slacking around sucks
it's so weird, like i'm not doing anything constructive ever since the lit paper
i think i've gone nuts hating the feeling of slacking
oh, but once i get my hand on a new notebook, i won't be free anymore
:D

I guess, one day, it'd all end
it's not that i want it, but it's a need to, because i can no longer go on, anymore
i should have seen this day coming, just that i did not anticipate it to come so soon
i lost everything and guitar is all i have now, i really want to hold on to it, no matter whatever happens but the road isn't getting easier
i know, because the hand that just refused to exert enough strength to press the freaking strings belongs to me
everything that i have, everything that i worked so hard for is just going down the drain again
all that i have worked so hard for..
because of the stupid nerves in my stupid hand
who cares if it's hereditary or not, it's not like anything is going to change
i might as well spend the rest of my pathetic life disabled

one
In His time, in His time,
He makes all things beautiful in His time.
LORD, please show me everyday
As You're teaching me Your way
That You do just what You say in Your time

two
In Your time, in Your time
You make all things beautiful in Your time.
LORD, my life to You i bring,
May each song i have to sing
Be to You a lovely thing in Your time

i'm just so bored and tired with the old skin
maybe a change is good
and.. i don't know.. i kind of forgot everything i wanted to say

i hate you
and this time, i mean it

"Oh God," she cried. "Please make him appear."
she thought for a while and prayed again.
"Never mind God," she smiled, "I won't die without him. All i need is You and Your love to sustain me."

i don't care if you don't help me
it's not like i'll die