Sore Thumb

你还记得吗记忆的炎夏
散落在风中的已蒸发
喧哗的都已沙哑

没结果的花未完成的牵挂
我们学会许多说法
来掩饰不碰的伤疤

因为我会想起你
我害怕面对自己
我的意志总被寂寞吞食

因为你总会提醒
过去总不会过去
有种真爱不是我的

假如我不曾爱你
我不会失去自己
想念的刺钉住我的位置

因为你总会提醒
尽管我得到世界
有些幸福不是我的

你还记得吗记忆的炎夏
我终于没选择的分岔
最后又有谁到达

You don't have to blink 2000 times and yes it's in the wee hours and I'm having trouble sleeping. It used to be common in my MapleStory days that I'm still awake at this hour but I know tomorrow is just going to be a killer for me and I'll be a zombie during the night drive. I can't help me. On the way to dinner last night, Lampung Prince drove past The Trumps along Kembangan and I remarked how I think it's a beautiful place. He disagreed and said it stuck out like a sore thumb among the surrounding architecture. I replied "maybe it's just like me, sticking out like a sore thumb, but I like..."

With a tear running down face without even trying, the silence and cold breeze in this early morning seems to carry a tinge of melancholiness in it. I need to breathe...

There weren't any rhyme or reason that you're going but you are. You won't be gone but I wish I knew why you are going. It seems like you're going so far away and it's barely the distance that created such a feeling. It's the willingness to share or lack thereof. I'm left out and am sticking out like a sore thumb, trying to figure how how long can this sore thumb last.

Why do people shy away from sore thumbs and are you running away from it?

I still don't have the reason
And you don't have the time
And it really makes me wonder
If I ever gave a fuck about you