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Wednesday, June 16, 2010

i cried when i hear this song.
PERFECT
this is for you .

hey dad look at me
think back and talk to me
did i grow up according to plan?
(was ter ever a plan to even allow me to grow up smoothly?)
and do you think im wasting my time doing things i wanna do?
(did you ever support me for dance?)
but it hurts when you disapprove all along.
(do you even care about what i really enjoy doing?)
and now i try hard to make it,
i just want to make you proud.
(i can still rmb how u smiled when u knew i was top in level)
i am never gonna be good enough for you
(but staying top is tough, do you ever understand?)
cant pretend that i am all right
and you cant change me
cause we lost it all
nothing lasts forever
im sorry
i cant be perfect
(no1's perfect)
now its just too late
and we cant go back
(thanks to you)
im sorry
i cant be perfect
i try not to think about the pain i feel inside
did you know you used to be my hero?
(used to be, rmb the bookmark i gave you ? HERO is what is written on it by me)
all the days you spent with me now seem so far away
(how long have u not talked to me for real?)
and it feels like you dont care anymore
(its all about your car, your shit company tht is gonna fall anytime, do u ever care?)
and now i try hard to make it
i just want to make you proud
im never gonna be good enough for you
cant stand another fight
(im tired of all this)
and nothing's all right
(how can things be right if everytime you come home is either yelling at mum or just straight away sleep?)
cause we lost it all
nothing lasts forever
im sorry i cant be perfect
now its just too late
and we cant go back
im sorry
i cant be perfect
nothings gonna change the things that you said
nothings gonna make this right again
please dont turn your back
(you've done it many times)
i cant believe its hard just to talk to you but you dont understand
(and i tot parents are suppose to be the most understanding of all)
cause we lost it all
nothing lasts forever
i am sorry i cant be perfect
now its just too late
and we cant go back
im sorry
i cant be perfect
cause we lost it all
nothing lasts forever
im sorry
i cant be perfect
now its just too late
and we cant go back
im sorry
i cant be perfect

usually people only can rmb the bad times, not the good times.
you know why?
because the good times are far too many, and bad times are only a few, which are strong in the memory.
what about me?
two good times.
first, you helped me set up my sofabed, very grateful.
second, the first time u and mum went to my first concert when i was still a child.
bad times?
too many to even count i guess.
but i rmb a few vividly...
aft you went to the first concert, u never turned up for any other ones, only mum did, and whenever i asked her where were you, she can only tell me that you were busy.
when my results are bad, u only know how to blame mum, habev u ever tried to understand? and my question to you is, does top means forever?
when mum was sick, you werent with her, instead, you call to scold her for not telling you how much the salesman was asking for, question to you is, who do you take mum for? she work for you, not even as a staff but just helping you and u take her for granted.
years ago, you promised me a movie marathon with mum, have u ever brought me to a movie?
.........
thinking all this only made me tear more. dad, spare a tot for me.
i do need care and love, im still a teenage girl with emotions....

♥ DANCED @
6:29 AM