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Will never be the women with the perfect hair,
who can wear white and not spill on it.

Huda Nabila
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Friday, May 02, 2008
why do i have to?

why do i have to feel so jealous, when i know all this is going to happen, again
why do i have to think of it so much, when i know it's the same old thing
why do i have to keep waiting for you to online, when i know we won't chat, like we used to
why do i have to keep thinking if you're the one for me or not, when i know we won't be together
why do i have to wait for your calls or messages, when i know nothings gonna popped out
why do i have to think of you, when i know it's only a friendship
why do i have to feel i'm in love, when i know its only a tiny infactuation
why do i have to be upset, when i know you're one of them which they come and go
why do i have to be so selfish, when i know i can't own you
why do i have to care for you, when i know you dont
why is that too much of why and do and i and have and to and when and i and know,
when i know there is no point typing in here, you wont read it.

at the otherhand,

why do i have to ignore some, when i know they are truly sincere
why do i have to be so fussy, when i know i've lost the good ones
why do i have to wait, when i know nothing changes
why do i have to keep all this feeling to myself, when i know i can't help it anymore
why do i have to feel lonely, when i know it's my choice afterall
why do i have to give them hopes, when i know it's not time yet
why do i have to listen to love song and feel the words, when i know i'm not truly in love
why do i have to feel weak, when i know i am strong, hmmm.
why do i have to be so naive, when i know i got nothing in return
why do i have to feel so useless, when i know this is life

have you not realised anything yet, huda?
I must be stupid &
MY love is blind.
I know money can't buy me happiness,
but it does bring me a more pleasant form of misery.