|I LIEK PANCAEK!|
fix... i want to fix...i made a clay sculpture..fix... i want to fix... by omae-wa-neko
its done. then it broke.
i tried to fix it slowly...
done.. all looked beautiful..
dear... it broke again....
with my shaken hand, i try to fix it again..
with flashback that keep telling me
how beautiful those time when i started to make it
and for the future im afraid that i can never fix it anymore.
can i fix it...
will i made it this time..
with this hands full of regrets...
my eyes blurred with tears..
its hard to find the right parts..
i cant sleep..
my head.. light.....
body.. i cant feel anything inside my body...
i made a clay sculpture on highschool..
well, it last 1 year maybe.. not very fitted with me.
so i just trash it away..
oh guess who..
my bestfriend bought it a few days later..
thank god i leave it..
i knew it from the start..
you take my highschool time...
i can do something more useful..
thats why i really missed my highschool..
i never make any sculp