Whenever you hold grudge over someone..

I should not feel this way.. but I never able to get along with her..
She always caught my attention using monetary...
and I am stuck coz I dun have any...

She keep on making decision for me..
All people near me.. decide for me..
I hate this.... Feel prisoner in my own life..

People never satisfied..
I need space, pills to ease this pain..

Suffer in bad headache..
live far away alone could help me organize myself much better
If people homesick.. I'm sick whenever at home..

Why they can't hear my sorrow voice...
Keep on hunting me with their problems...
Whereas not even wanted to hear mine...

Every single day, I hate to receive call from them...
Since I am two.. I've been stuck in life full of gaduh-gaduh

Make me too frightened to start mine..
I have tried to be someone better..
How can I leave behind this bad feelings..

Until now, I always felt I am the black sheep of the family
I tried hard not to make my bro and sis feel the same...

After all, Love could not be change with money.. that for sure
but money is in need in real life..

They have the money but always fight for not having enough money
and me.. dun have enough money but try hard to make myself happier..

I hope this people heard me..

Even I dun have money, I dun want people I love suffer for not having enough money.. but pls.. in certain cases, think of urself.. I wont always there to help.. helping people are indeed but u need to help urself first...

Starry starry night-Don McLean

Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now

Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Chorus:
For they could not love you, but still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do,
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will.