The storm blew over.
But I seem to be tired of all this wars that rages on.
I still have my IAP plus my final year project to worry about.
It seems that for every storm that passes, a stronger one is brewing at the corner of my sky.
I need to pick myself up and move on.
Though I seem to be calm as a lake,
My smile is always strained;
I guess I need a reprieve.
For that, I am going to skate, skate and skate...
Play my e-guitar again...
Starry, Starry Nite,
Paint your Palette Emo Grey,
Stormy Faces, lines of strains,
Beneath the colors of the cloudy cloudy skies.
