How does someone that made you so mad, make you so sad?
Was Asher ever worth my tears?
Because even now, it still hurts.
By the way, Happy Birthday.
I miss the way you are vain. I miss the breaks on wednesday nights. I miss your phone calls. I miss those texts. I miss the bus rides. I miss the way you call me babe. I miss poking you. I miss sitting with you in your room. I miss your family. I miss the way you mess my hair and the way i mess yours. I miss eating dinner with you. I miss spending time with you.I miss the way you disturb others. I miss the way you blushed. And how you would wait for me to end classes. I miss the old you. I miss that day at Plaza Sing. I miss the times at your place. How you would kill my phone batt by playing angry birds. I miss the times you'd go with me to my workplace. Your voice. Your smile. Your laughter. Your smell. Your hugs. Your hands. Your kisses.I miss you.So much, that it hurts. It isn't the goodbye that hurts. It's the flashbacks. From every single little detail that are reminders in my everyday life. From that wine bottle on my table. The studying at your living room. From greenbean. From passing Mdm Ang's and Ms Hong's classrooms. From seeing the track runners. From being at the taf sessions. From passing by your house. From walking past you as if I don't know you. From seeing 4e3. From seeing my stitch. Someone please, just tell me how. How, so i can let you go, and drop you from my life. I want to able to just stop thinking of you. To just let you go.
Most of my covers are done by myself, but some of them are with my friends!
The Haunted Anthem's the band that I sing for. :3
Hope you guys like my covers! :)
C: Crave You - Flight Facilities ft. Giselle Creep - Radiohead (2/3 of Haunted Anthem)
H: Hot Problems - Double Take (Charlene & Tabithan)
How does someone that made you so mad, make you so sad?
Was Asher ever worth my tears?
Because even now, it still hurts.
By the way, Happy Birthday.
I miss the way you are vain. I miss the breaks on wednesday nights. I miss your phone calls. I miss those texts. I miss the bus rides. I miss the way you call me babe. I miss poking you. I miss sitting with you in your room. I miss your family. I miss the way you mess my hair and the way i mess yours. I miss eating dinner with you. I miss spending time with you.I miss the way you disturb others. I miss the way you blushed. And how you would wait for me to end classes. I miss the old you. I miss that day at Plaza Sing. I miss the times at your place. How you would kill my phone batt by playing angry birds. I miss the times you'd go with me to my workplace. Your voice. Your smile. Your laughter. Your smell. Your hugs. Your hands. Your kisses.I miss you.So much, that it hurts. It isn't the goodbye that hurts. It's the flashbacks. From every single little detail that are reminders in my everyday life. From that wine bottle on my table. The studying at your living room. From greenbean. From passing Mdm Ang's and Ms Hong's classrooms. From seeing the track runners. From being at the taf sessions. From passing by your house. From walking past you as if I don't know you. From seeing 4e3. From seeing my stitch. Someone please, just tell me how. How, so i can let you go, and drop you from my life. I want to able to just stop thinking of you. To just let you go.
Something's hidden behind even the faintest of smiles.
: charleneek@gmail.com