"Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say love it is a hunger an endless, aching need
I say love it is a flower and you it's only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long.
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong.

Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love in the Spring becomes the Rose."


I am tired...
It is hurting so much...
I played my part...

Why am I feeling the hurt
when you should be the one feeling it?
Why am I crying over you
when you are still feeling indifferent ?
Why am I holding to the faith
when you disappoint me again and again?
Why am I telling myself to believe in you
when you don't even believe in yourself?
Why am I so positive
when you only gave me all the negatives?
Why am I finding time to be there for you
when all you think is that I have too much time to spare?
Why am I still saying so much
when you don't even ponder over my words?
Why am I making things difficult for myself
when I can just be an relaxed "passer-by" teacher-in-charge?
Why do I allow myself to be hurt by you
and yet still holding strong on to you？

I am tired...