blablablog

Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof

After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get here

Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you

Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
Oh no way

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here oh yeah

You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me

chelsea drew with liverpool tonight with 4 goals each but we made it through to the semis with the aggregate of 7-5.

dang 8 goals thriller at stamford bridge and lucky i dont have a weak heart. kudos to the players who have shown high winning mentality and spirit. barca wont be an easy opponent.

now let me get back to my slumber as i have to do some opening speech tomorrow. yikes.
night.