She got out of town
On a railway New York bound
Took all except my name
Another alien on Broadway

There's some things in this world
You just can't change
Some things you can't see
Until it gets too late

Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against out in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something
That's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You can turn yourself around
And come on home

I got a hole in me now
I got a scar I can talk about
She keeps a picture of me
In her apartment in the city
Some things in this world
They don't make sense
Some things you don't need
Until they leave you
And they're things that you miss

A thought. How easy it is to hurt a person, any person. I'm not talking about pinching or stabbing or biting. The kind of hurt you issue with words. All you have to do is try hard enough. It's not that fat people get hurt easily, it's not that women get hurt easily, but people just hurt them more readily. SO many guys I have seen talk outta their asses, and are proud of it.

Anyways. I'm just bored la. Waiting for my khaki in gb. Tests are over and the Saffron mania is gonna start blowing us so hard our faces are gonna flap. My sis showed me this job offer by Emirates, to work in Dubai, and I was thinking if I were graduated I would so go for it. Maybe I should apply for Emirates for my SIP. Idea, huh! I think I'm gonna give it a shot. Hope they send me to Dubai.