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People have this habit of always jumping to judgments and labelling this and that like they know everything; in truth, they're like horses with blinders, oblivious to everything except what's in front of them, spurred on by irrational emotions, misdirected anger, and faulty reasoning. It's enough to make me lose my faith in the human race altogether.

Everything's always subjective, never objective. Things are never seen as the multi-faceted matters that they are. The episodes are always spur of the moment things - without a second thought to past actions that might have proven contradictory to the conclusion. It's always never their fault; always their situation to be considered. It's like you need to be dying before you f*cking factor into anything.

You do your best, only to be misjudged in the end. It makes me wonder what difference would it make had I lived up to the labels and the judgments. I probably might have gotten much more out of it than I did - people would have said the same things they're saying about me now anyway.


John Mayer

Gravity is working against me
And gravity wants to bring me down

Oh I'll never know what makes this man
With all the love that his heart can stand
Dream of ways to throw it all away

Oh Gravity is working against me
And gravity wants to bring me down

Oh twice as much ain't twice as good
And can't sustain like a one half could
It's wanting more
That's gonna send me to my knees

Oh gravity, stay the hell away from me
And gravity has taken better men than me you see now how can that be?

Just keep me where the light is
Just keep me where the light is
Keep you me where the light is
Just keep me where the light is
Ohh… where the light is...


yo! said…
cool lang. and no, don't even think of living up to the labels and judgments. if you do, you won't be the tim that i knew. hala nagrhyme pa.

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