Sunday, 25 April 2010
Expectations, honey.

EXPECTATIONS

I am so sick to be let down by that word so many times.
Every small little thing, from results to performance, from people to myself.
E-V-E-R-Y S-I-N-G-L-E S-M-A-L-L F-U-C-K-I-N-G S-H-I-T .
I like to aim once in a while, and once I started aiming, I'll have expectations. And here come's the confidence. OVERLY CONFIDENT I SUPPOSE and BAM! reality hits me like a truck.
When the least I expect it, something good will happen, out of nowhere.
And all these shits made me afraid to expect. Afraid to be overly confident (or even slightly confident) even though I-GOT-THIS-FEELING-THAT-IT-WILL-DEFINTELY-WORK.
What else more can I expect from expectations? It never goes well with reality.
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Good times for a change
See, the luck Ive had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time

Havent had a dream in a long time
See, the life Ive had
Can make a good man bad

So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time
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