Tears are painful… I’m not talking about the mentality aspect here cause it’s possible to shed tears due to happiness….
Dunno if anyone notices but tears are really painful …physically, or at least, that’s what I feel.
When your empty self doesn’t seem to have much feelings remained, yet some stipulation induces your eyes system to make tears… the sharp and short pain inflicts around your eyes area, causing you to close your eyes to feel more comfortable… and there it go..
Sometimes I just freely go on with my understanding and interpretation about anything… like songs or music, or some short of hard to comprehend text… I’m good at adjusting them to fit my mood …i guess lol
So… I don’t really know if the song really matches whatever situation or exclaims whatever mood I am in now… I just assume that it is so lol
Shape of my heart
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesnt play for the money he wins
He doesnt play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
Thats not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
Youd maybe think theres something wrong
Im not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
Thats not the shape of my heart
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Like a doll acting out her daily routine and hiding away her thoughts… since it’s no use pouring them out anw. Just make the burden heavier …
It’s stupid to be too nice n considerate sometimes … that’s why I’m saying that I don’t want to deal w insensitive and inconsiderate pple at all >.<
... no matter how hard i tried to look at it...the likeliness is really thin... or maybe not at all!
and it makes me wonder the night, burrying my thoughts in my playlist as if listening to the faint sound somewhere deep down...
and it's my little dark sweet secret
coz nobody ever knows
nobody really cares lol
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