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Thursday, December 29, 2005
I must apologise profusely for the last statement in my previous entry, before the men in white coats of the Censorship Board of Singapore comes and drags me away to a secret underground labrynth they use to house human experiments (the secret is out!). Well not really, but just in case a girl reads it and slaps me across the face. Unseemly of Butlerman to do such a thing! To compensate for such a disgrace, I'd... plonk down the lyrics of one of my favourite songs... (note: The whole teenage angst lyrics thing going on doesn't really apply. It does have a nice tune though...) Blind - Lifehouse I was young but I wasn't naive I watched helpless as he turned around to leave and still I have the pain I have to carry a past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried after all this time I never thought we'd be here never thought we'd be here when my love for you was blind but I couldn't make you see it couldn't make you see it that I loved you more than you'll ever know a part of me died when I let you go I would fall asleep only in hopes of dreaming that everything would be like is was before but nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting they disappear as reality is crashing to the floor after all this time I never thought we'd be here never thought we'd be here when my love for you was blind but I couldn't make you see it couldn't make you see it that I loved you more than you'll ever know a part of me died when I let you go after all this time would you ever wanna leave it maybe you could not believe it that my love for you was blind but I couldn't make you see it couldn't make you see it that I loved you more than you will ever know a part of me died when I let you go and I loved you more than you'll ever know a part of me dies when I let you go Female fans - read, listen and be appeased. Guys, do not mock my attempts at displaying the deep side of me, it's buried somewhere inside the cold heart of stone* that beats in my chest, I'm quite sure.. *coupled with a Chest of Steel(tm), it stops any bullets. Recommended for any budding Superhero. TO THE BATMOBILE |
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highly confidential Martin Butler, or affectionally known to others as "Butler", "Butlerman", or just "Butt". -Most eligible bachelor of 2004-every year henceforth - step aside Mr.Clooney -Doesn't particularly enjoy much anymore having been desensitized as part of a cruel torturous regime a.k.a IB... -Dislikes everything he doesn't like... Nov 8th - Remember the date! MSN - butlerwantsu@hotmail.com (Add with caution) Archives
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