Archive for January 27th, 2010

Whataya Want From Me – Adam Lambert

whataya want from me – Adam Lambert

 

Hey, slow it down
Whataya want from me
Whataya want from me
Yeah, I’m afraid
Whataya want from me
Whataya want from me

There might have been a time
I would give myself away
(Ooh) Once upon a time
I didn’t give a damn
But now here we are
So whataya want from me
Whataya want from me

Just don’t give up
I’m workin’ it out
Please don’t give in
I won’t let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, whataya want from me
Whataya want from me

Yeah, it’s plain to see
that baby you’re beautiful
And it’s nothing wrong with you
It’s me – I’m a freak
but thanks for lovin’ me
Cause you’re doing it perfectly

There might have been a time
When I would let you step away
I wouldn’t even try but I think
you could save my life

Just don’t give up
I’m workin’ it out
Please don’t give in
I won’t let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, whataya want from me
Whataya want from me

Just don’t give up on me
I won’t let you down
No, I won’t let you down

So
Just don’t give up
I’m workin’ it out
Please don’t give in
I won’t let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, whataya want from me

Just don’t give up
I’m workin’ it out
Please don’t give in
I won’t let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, whataya want from me
(whataya want from me)
Whataya want from me
whataya want from me

Tired

I am literally tired
probably not resting enough,
or I am starting to hate my books.

An urge to run away from the reality,
and shun away from all revisions.
Argh,
impossible.

Gonna head for school,
I am off.

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Shane Wong
shanewong; 黄敬倫
The typical libra with some unique traits. Sometimes I do feel that I am probably too indulge in seeking perfection. The contentment in every single task that I am involve in seems limitless. Needless to mention though, the inability to generate swift and firm decisions has made the perfection less perfect of myself. My mind is an active organ, which makes me ponder alot. Only when I know life isnt that perfect, and when theres only typos-then we paint a life-graphy. Me, do not, cant ever, even understand myself, though. One thing is certain, what the future holds, is inevitably a mystery -sw