I sit alone, though people surround me,
Watching superficial people imitating one
Another, disguising what they really are.
These people are the illusion of perfection.

Outsiders deprived of esteem, are forced to
Wear masks. These masks create the perception
Of perfection.

Reality, where sorrow and suffering is invincible.
It is a place where fears feed on Insecurity.
The insecurity caused by the taunting of those superior.
Those who are superior are oblivious to reality.
Inside they are empty, unable to look themselves in the eye.

Perfection is the distortion created by those who cannot escape
The bitter taste of deceit that comforts their shallow minds.
I long to be different to escape from their blind confusion.
I'm losing myself in their hate

yoyo. im tired, so i will make it short =P went to find chick n lynn at suntect cos they working there. went back around 6+ and saw shanxian n fiona at suntect mrt. lmao. took taxi at woodlands with chick home.

7 more days to REAL holidays n coloured hair :D

n now. i know why, they cant find the remainings of the last t-rex on earth ;D

you r also same.
im used to it too.
when u minus 1,
there is still something left.