For times he mimed
You took it as a show, a splendid performance
But deep down, he knew
It was complete and perfect
For it was real

First person narrator.

I was astounded when you said I hailed from Chung Cheng High Main and have myself in a school like this now. You said this, teacher. And I will never apologise for my being rude to you then, till you apologise for this personal attack.

I think upon myself as being useless at times. Really really useless.

The times you decided to boast about your results, I loved to think about how my PSLE score of 241 was not utterly brilliant, yet it s beaten yours by at least 53 marks.

I love Yellowcard for their lyrics, and so hate Singapore for giving us an ordered yet productive life. I so yearn to study overseas. I would love to live with a few buddies together when I grow up. I miss my family.

I seek an identity.

Broken this fragile thing now
And I cant, I cant pick up the pieces
And I ve thrown my words all around
But I cant give you a reason
(Yellowcard-Only One)