Saturday, June 5, 2010

i can't keep loving you



I was born in the arms of imaginary friends
Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been
Then you come crashing in, like the realest thing
Trying my best to understand all that your love can bring

Oh half of my heart's got a grip on the situation
Half of my heart takes time
Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
That I can't keep loving you
Oh, with half of my heart

I was made to believe i'd never love somebody else
I made a plan, stay the girl who can only love herself
Lonely was the song I sang, 'til the day you came
Showing me a better way and all that my love can bring

Oh half of my heart's got a grip on the situation
Half of my heart takes time
Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
That I can't keep loving you
Oh, with half of my heart
With half of my heart

Your faith is strong
But I can only fall short for so long
Time will hold, later on
You will hate that I never gave more to you than half of my heart
But I can't stop loving you
But I can't stop loving you
But I can't stop loving you with half of my
Half of my heart
Half of my heart

Half of my heart's got a real good imagination
Half of my heart's got you
Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
That half of my heart won't do

Half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a groom with a paper ring
And half of my heart is the part of a girl who's never truly loved anything

Half of my heart
Half of my heart
Half of my heart
Half of my heart
Half of my heart
Half of my heart

~


i'm backk.

not too bad a week, i just had.

The Prince of Persia, random games of Gin Rummy, chocolate sundaes, and daily walks around the neighborhood were good for my soul, as it turned out.

witnessing national squash players at practice, new friends and the occasional celebrity sightings were added bonuses.

i think i might go back again (to my aunt's, i mean) tuesday. work on my painting. despite the mad heat and the accident-happy psychos that seem to reside in Ampang, it's a pretty peaceful place. and it's growing on me, in more ways than one

~

cause i felt like it,
some pics from the mountains in Cameron's i took in February, with my phone cam.

the sky was so pretty that day.
when you're staring at an expanse like this
it's kind of hard not to feel just that much more hopeful





~

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Reason has always existed, but not always in a reasonable form.
Skies are always blue and pretty, but not always visible by everyone =/

Alana said...

there isn't a uniformly accepted yardstick as to how reasonable reason should be.

and while i do believe that skies aren't always blue and pretty, it just makes it even more important for us to keep looking for the days when they are. (: