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It's Hatori.

I'm from Japan. I'm in Singapore. I just want to go home, To where you are. I miss you, Little Yusa.

My Music Speaks For Me.



Voice My Music.




Leaving Too Soon

I
Haven't
Filled
These
Please
Don't
Click
On
Them


And Thank You...

Designer: LorMee


Sunday, December 28, 2008

Be Quiet.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry
Every once in a while even though goin on with you gone still upsets me
There are days
Every now and again I pretend I'm OK but that's not what gets me

What hurts the most, was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
Never knowing, what could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doing it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still harder gettin up, gettin dressed, living with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart that I left unspoken

What hurts the most, was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
Never knowing, what could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do


I'm not afraid to cry
Every once in a while even though goin on with you gone still upsets me
There are days
Every now and again I pretend I'm OK but that's not what gets me

What hurts the most, was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
Never knowing, what could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do



What hurts the most, was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
Never knowing, what could have been
And not seeing that
loving you
Is what I was trying to do



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