Cupid's Blind Arrow

Slowly taking steps in forging our bridge through immense bickering and forced meetings

Although my words don't always turn out as beautiful as I had intended through thinking.

However I am trying to understand why is it that my heart beats in the palm of your hand

I am making the effort in trying to decipher the workings of your unique pituitary gland

Foolishly trying, only to obtain your spare thought for me worth no more than five minute.

Sadly this brilliantly intellectual brain of mine, struck by love, is incapable of stopping it

This is so unlike me but what can I do against the puzzling stronghold on me by something.

This thing that is so baffling and indescribable that is controlling a special being's feeling.

We're supposed to be too far from understanding. If venus and mars weren't far enough

We may add class,social,wealth and many more so that things gets way more tough.

There are so many questions and wonders how it is that cupid misaimed that badly

My limit is the Karman line yet the blind arrow made me view Earth's mantle happily

Maybe I was right, maybe the sunflower was right maybe I am mental all over again

All these curiosities and willingness to learn more about the spectrum of other's pain.

Yet now all I want is to comprehend how one could handle living under that shabby roof.

Yet now all I can ponder about is how to get my all to accommodate your every move.

I'm not this man, I'm the CEO that stands for a certified executive obnoxious gentleman.

However you're spinning my head round even though I'm trying to protect your perfect tan.

You just don't get that the uneducated's violent tendency can't win the wealth of the witch.

Can't you just see the truth behind the lies spun to strangle my mum till she can't even twitch

Didn't anyone taught you that every warfare has to have an appropriate strategy to win?

At times you're the unreasonable designer blaming her downfalls on the innocent mannequin

I should be fuming yet I'm attracted to your beauty while you're rudely glaring at my face

To make things more perculiar I'm fantasizing about seeing that look. I must be insane.

We're supposed to be too far from understanding. If venus and mars weren't far enough

We may add class,social,wealth and many more so that things gets way more tough.

There are so many questions and wonders how it is that cupid misfired that badly

My limit is the Karman line yet the blind arrow made me view Earth's mantle happily

Maybe I was right, maybe the sunflower was right maybe I am mental all over again

All these curiosities and willingness to learn more about the spectrum of other's pain.

Yet now all I want is to comprehend how one could handle living under that shabby roof.

Yet now all I can ponder about is how to get my all to accommodate your every move.

Such a strenuous adventure is way too much for a demanding claustrophobic to bear.

You say that I'm too arrogantly perfect hence I'll disappear as soon as the last page is read.

Let me rebut your assumption as no perfect man would go the extra mile for your smile.

No perfectionist would be doing all the things he hate that you love just to fit one girl's style.

So stop going against me. Stop hitting me in the shin. Stop talking sweetly to other men.

Cause no perfect fairytale prince will be this jealous nor make you cry every now and then.

Open your eyes cause you did something strange that stole my heart and I couldn't defend

Just stop messing around and be my little mermaid minus the disappearing act at the end?

We're supposed to be too far from understanding. If venus and mars weren't far enough

We may add class,social,wealth and many more so that things gets way more tough.

There are so many questions and wonders how it is that cupid misfired that badly

My limit is the Karman line yet the blind arrow made me view Earth's mantle happily

Maybe I was right, maybe the sunflower was right maybe I am mental all over again

All these curiosities and willingness to learn more about the spectrum of other's pain.

Yet now all I want is to comprehend how one could handle living under that shabby roof.

Yet now all I can ponder about is how to get my all to accommodate your every move.

You are such a pain that is so strange that I can't help but fell amazed and fall in love with.

Thus I'm outright begging for the rights to be your mermaid to make reality a living myth.

You say there is an ending in our love, I'll confidentially reply our love isn't bubble foam

Cause this love that was deemed to fail under life's pressure is the base of our future home.

So shut up. Follow your heart. Grab my hand. Kiss my lips and tell me that you love me.

Mistaken Identity

I see the dead end approaching yet I fully know I'm not turning.

Wishes to be slamming with a mighty impact to finally hear the beeping.

Nothing in my view seems to be logical. My eyes are clearly deceiving.

My taken heart is mysteriously still pumping, allowing me to be still breathing.

Somehow the brakes were step upon by the sheer power of someone's praying.

Why am I sitting here comtemplating why God isn't done with his pranking?

I shouldn't be blaming nor accusing. It is love that made me a perfect blind working.

Now the dirt cleared and the vision back to normal, I cry at what I'm seeing.

Then while tearing I remembered your cruel line of how you've stopped loving.

This is what you meant by you loved me?

Is there not even an ounce of credit given to any of our memory?

Is this love you had when you're happily out the door after inflicting such a great tragedy?

This is what you meant by you care?

By teaching me the cruel fact that actually love is my enemy?

By showing me the blizzard of summer, leaving me alone to shiver uncontrollably?

This is your so called love?

Love that has me struggling with the simple task of living.

Locking arms with another so quickly, saying that it was a case of mistaken identity.

I'm not moving on, just counting down the remanding time that God has kindly left on

One walking corpse that had love ripped apart and the heart beaten by a brilliant con.

Yet everyone is just talking and focusing on the fact that time had come and gone.

All wondering why this prick is stubbornly playing the role of a withdrawn moron.

Even though my lost pride wants to argue that my uselessness has been foregone. 

The pathetic truth is that I'm stuck in our past and can't let bygones be bygones.

You see stupidity won and I am still tearing, seeing that same wall at the brink of dawn

Sorry to disturbed but God exactly, under my name, what had you cautiously drawn?

Then while tearing I remembered how you had left me with only failures to look upon.

So this is what you meant by you loved me.

With not even a single bit of credit given to any of our memory?

This is the love you had when you said your crocodile tears goodbye to start my tragedy?

This is what you meant by you care?

By teaching me the cruel truth that actually love is my enemy?

By showing me the blizzard of summer, leaving me alone to tremble uncontrollably?

This is your so called love?

Love that has me struggling with the simple task of living.

Locking arms with another so quickly, saying that it was a case of mistaken identity.

They say with time,one will find back their righteous meaning to continue walking.

Then how much time is needed just for the pain to start reaching the point of subsiding.

Cause every minute that goes by I can only find myself reeling while reminiscing.

Why did I smiled and let you go when I clearly know I'll be painfully regretting?

I shouldn't have agreed to the crazy start of my self-imposed avalanche of hurting.

How could you just happily move on although you fully know that I'm suffering?

So this is what you meant by you loved me.

With not even a single  bit of credit given to any of our memory?

This is the love you had when you said your crocodile tears goodbye to start my tragedy?

This is what you meant by you care?

By teaching me the cruel truth that actually lo ve is my enemy?

By showing me the blizzard of summer, leaving me alone to tremble uncontrollably?

This is your so called love?

Love that has me struggling with the simple task of living.

Locking arms with another so quickly, saying that I was a case of mistaken identity.

追错

生活是一种十分吃力的过程 

不断的牺牲和努力只是基本

匆匆忙忙的照着话度过人生

但从不疑问着传下来的想法

满脑只担心不照着话的惩罚

沉浸了盲目寻找辛福的调查

所以才会

顾赤的把圆圈当现实的折线

假装耳聋坚持不顾逻辑的劝

不肯放弃着没意义的怀习惯

心和脑早被固执掌握在手中

所以才会再三的望错方向冲

为了面子而不认错误的沉重

完美是否已经是遗失的美好

难道从头到尾早被判断跌倒

只因为讨厌任何改变而选逃

我们狂疯的喷跑是抵达哪里

到了哪里空气仍然还是空气

一直找不该只为了感到心急

所以为何

顾赤的把圆圈当现实的折线

假装耳聋坚持不顾逻辑的劝

不肯放弃着没意义的怀习惯

心和脑早被固执掌握在手中

所以才会再三的望错方向冲

为了面子而不认错误的沉重

书本上描述的可触知的快乐

到底他们写的谎言在哪藏着

不段的摔将会把周围变乌黑

可是这种一人的狂疯是很累

因为累和泪将会把自己崩溃

到头来追到的道理是人很脆

所以不该

顾赤的把圆圈当现实的折线

假装耳聋坚持不顾逻辑的劝

不肯放弃着没意义的怀习惯

心和脑早被固执掌握在手中

所以才会再三的望错方向冲

为了面子而不认错误的沉重

雨天的再见

我们初次见面 哪场面我记得

雨好大天很暗但你笑容带来欢乐

座位依然没变 我早就坐好了

我仍然相信你的承诺等你的到来

是你说了再见 为和还没到呢

对面椅子只好装着我对你的期待

让我继续假装我还没被真相打败

可是我懂得哭着等着

你我在人间内不可能有所该变的

时间坚持的再劝放弃对你的诚恳

原因残酷的在前飘着

但我就是会回来这 让别人说我疯

而你只躺在棺材里 让我全内里疼

这就是你所说的再见

一种再也见不到你的笑容的再见

时间不停转流 不顾遗失的福

他们能但我不愿熟悉没你的感觉

不该自我折磨 往下现实的路

但我仍然是不肯放弃天真的幻觉

伤口不是秘密 回忆中有失去

每天清醒也没有包含麻痹的解脱

美好的生活会不会就这样的错过

我还是懂着哭着等着

你我在人间内不可能有所该变的

时间坚持的再劝放弃对你的诚恳

原因残酷的在前飘着

但我就是会回来这 让别人称呼疯

而你只躺在棺材里 让我全内里疼

这就是你所说的再见

一种再也见不到你的人影的再见

我们初次碰到 你应该记得吧

雨好大天很暗但你笑容带来光亮

此刻也下大雨 感觉差别太大

当时一样的画面理解的分担悲伤

我是清楚的哭着等着

你我在人间内不可能有所该变的

时间坚持的再劝放弃对你的诚恳

原因残酷的在前飘着

但我就是会回来这 让别人称呼疯

而你只躺在棺材里 让我全内里疼

这就是你所说的再见

一种再也见不到你的人影的再见

Can You Smile

What happened to you staying till you walk me down the aisle.

Was it a lie to make your little fool believe and smile?

That act is too brutal for a child to accept.

I thought you were mature yet you left me with tears to be wept

Will I get over this trauma that you left?

And can you smile?

After knowing that what you wanted destroyed a little girl

Making her innocent world become nothing but a blur

And can you smile?

When  your swift and flawed movements out the family door

Left your little girl blending in with the cold floor? 

Was it the tenth or the eleventh when you walked away suddenly

Was it the words or your actions, that gave the fatal blow

Why can't I remember all those little facts?

Weren't those forced on directly thou I had screamed out no?

Will I ever recover from such an attack?

And can you smile?

After knowing that what you wanted destroyed a little girl

Making her innocent world become nothing but a blur

And can you smile?

When your swift and flawed movements out the family door

Left your little girl blending in with the cold floor.

Yes its true, one man shouldn't dictate my outlook on life

But it is my dad that stab me with the family knife

The warmth of home was realized to be a lie

When a child of only ten was pondering with the question why

Will I ever look back and not cry?

{Sadly even after all the cruelty this heart still seeks after you

You who just disappeared for something new (How could you.)

Well done on your breakthrough that left me stranded

Swimming around in unknown waters wounded. (How are you?)

The blood that connects makes my heart twirl senselessly

When will you help get the light out of this insanity. (Where are you?)

I'm asking you to be that man of guidance that I need politely

Or at least attempt to practice some logical thinking} 

Oh Come Back Please

How can you smile?

After knowing that what you wanted destroyed a little girl

Making her innocent world become nothing but a blur

And can you smile?

When your swift and flawed movements out the family door

Left your little girl alone bleeding on the cold floor.

One-sided

I know about him and your pain

I've seen those tears drop in the rain.

Yet all I can do is watch with clenched fist

Wishing for it to subside like a mist

As am still I not the one

Cause I know you miss him

And That you wish to be hold in only his embrace

Cause at the end of the day, It isn't I 

that you term to have your special place

So

I'm just standing, hopelessly praying

That maybe somehow someday 

you'll see this fool waiting

That will never stop looking out for you and your crying

Besides what else can I do

When I've been living far too long in this dream

In this one-sided romance that I'm still believing

Hence lets not be a wet bucket to stupidity's victory

I'm happily basking in all its futile glory

Illusions of an accurate cupid's arrow

Is as true as that pot of gold at the end of a rainbow

But this view is to be considered pretty 

In the place not called reality.

Yes I know about him and his flaws

And that you will always be blinded to it all.

Cause your heart beats by his cruel hands 

Those controlling hands that I'm unable to understand

But I will not be the one you that seek for

Cause you will always be drawn to him and that danger door

Cause at the end of the day,It isn't I 

who have the ability to shake you to your core.

Hence  

I'm just standing, hopelessly praying

That maybe somehow someday

you'll see this fool waiting

That will never stop loving you and you smiling

Besides what else can I do

When I've been living far too long in this dream

In this one sided romance that I'm living

Hence lets not be a wet bucket to stupidity's victory

I'm happily basking in all its futile glory

Illusions of an accurate cupid's arrow

Is as true as that pot of gold at the end of a rainbow

But this view is to be considered pretty 

In the place not called reality.

Once again I'm by your side

His win by a landslide

Is effectively tearing both of our insides

There are droplets falling down

Thus we can't see clearly

Making love shift in the knife to kill us slowly

Thats why we are both soon to be left with

stitches and bruises from our self inflicted beating

As we had continued to trust in our silly myth

That lie that gave us a heart still aching

Yet 

We're just standing, hopelessly praying

That maybe somehow someday the other will see

That we'll never stop loving even with all the hurting

Besides what else can we do

When we've been living far too long in this cage

In this one sided romance that is destroying 

Hence lets not be a wet bucket to stupidity's victory

After all we're happily basking in all its futile glory

Illusions of an accurate cupid's arrow

Is as true as that pot of gold at the end of a rainbow

But this view is to be considered pretty 

In the place not called reality.

Sadly we still live in reality

一口气

常常地被提醒不同
说久了依然会变痛
难到是偏执在作弄
还是自己逻辑有洞
到底我想法缺什么

为如还困在着疑惑
心知不该再次玩火
经过了多余的起伏
也认了事实是残酷
基本上只能靠自己
来帮生活挣一口气

在关键一个人撑伞
到头来被谎言割伤
几时画掉身上的叉
遗失的承诺笑我傻
到底我能依赖什么

心知不该理着疑惑
我可不想再次玩火
经过了多余的起伏
也认了事实是残酷
基本上只能靠自己
来帮生活挣一口气

世界平常都是折磨
以免会感觉到寂寞
可望着被悲剧解脱
几时会被不幸放过
到底我做错了什么

心知不该理着疑惑
我可不想再次玩火
经过了多余的起伏
也认了事实是残酷
基本上只能靠自己
来抵抗泪水的威力
来帮生命挣一口气