GAZING OUT MY LIFE

My own writing:

Time on Bus is getting shorter and shorter to me
The first time I went to school and backed home by BUS, I felt so tired and asleep, I hate bus. Gradually, I go to school and back home by bus, I have more time to contemplate Seattle's scence. Besides, I have more time on my own to look back myself. And time's getting shorter and bitter to me.

Sky's still blue, wind's still blowing, but someone's changing, something's different. They're not staying with me like this scene. You're not with me at that time.
I 've never thought I would have this day - all alone. Day's passing through but we can't go through. Why I am here? Why I'm still here without you?

I've never felt this way before, everything that we had remind me of you. Did you count these steps I took, are you still missing me every night?

The hardest days are weekends, cause what I have is just me alone. I don't wanna wake up, go anywhere, or do anything, because It's all meaningless to me. Am I weak? Am I doing stupid? Someone tells me...I need you by my side, please don't go away. I'll hold on to it, don't pass me by !!

I woke up this morning, I the first thing I think about is YOU. I played some songs and tried to write something inside my mind, I tried to write you a song that someday...oneday I'll come back and rock it on with you. Will you hold on to it with me?