let lemons be angry

I hope i don't turn into one of those proud alumni members who can't help telling the world they were the last batch of Whatevers, or the last batch at mt sinai. I've thought about doing that, actually, but i shall kill the thought. Bored and polite youngsters don't want to hear about the Commerce Faculty or the path Interact Club has taken over the years. So what is so fascinating about our lives, that we must tell it to people on a daily basis? Why are you my closest friend just because i tell you a lot about my life and you tell me a lot about yours?

And why are you my friend just because we're similar? We look for friends who agree on the same general things and who dress like us, and eventually we talk in the same way. And oh what a bond we have, because we're so alike that we were meant for each other. So the trend is this: I search for myself in you, and go on to tell you all about my life, and the day you cease to be like me is the day we drift apart. Narcissists all.

If we were lovers, like we were meant to be
Open arms, broken hearts, for all the world to see
If we were lovers, loving like we say
Oh the ghosts of doubt would crash and burn away

I'm looking forward to another lift. Skyhigh, soaring on His wings. And i won't look back, I won't look down. My heart will stay in one piece and be stayed on Thee. Upward, metamorphosis, hong kong. And i don't regret last Christmas, although i cringe when i remember you listening to me, and i still wonder where i got all that courage to speak. But it will never be a bad thing, because i was led to you.

And last christmas, you were so mean. No, I was mean, and you were awkward. I saw her leaning against the wall that day and i was shocked that she was my size. Seeing her sitting down i'd always assumed she'd be bigger. I wonder if you've thought about whether i know who she is. I'm really happy for you.