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Gonna look this way

Look at my heart again
Look at the mess I've got it in
I'm trying to trust in You
To know that you'll see me through
Through my pride
Through my shame
Into Your love
Into Your grace
I'm not looking back
Till I see Your face
And I'm running straight to You
Because

All I really want to do is to fall into
The emptiness that is
The space in-between us
To break this division
All I really want to do is to fall into
The emptiness that is
The space in-between us
Erase it and bring us together again

My life's like an open book
Nothing is hidden when you look
You break through my boundaries
Revealing my insecurities
But through my pride
And through my shame
You show me love
You show me grace
I'm not looking back
Till I see your face
And I'm running straight to you
Because

Here I am saying I need you
I know I need you
Here I am, I'm coming to meet you
Cause I want to see you
♠my taste of sunshine

A pair of spectacles
Manchester United jersey
Catch a ballet performance
Pointe shoes
Adidas Kenya Jacket
Singapore flyer
Superstar Virgo trip
Open a savings bank account
Powershot e1 !!
pitter patter



♠/ FLABBERGAST
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24 March, 2008
was it such a sacrifice?* / 12:50 PM

Don't tell me you would go to Sentosa with me if all you gonna do when you wake up is groan that it is too far away or you are tired.You chose to stay up for soccer watching late and wake up late.These are times when i don't know if u are trying to tell me just where i stand in your life.

When we were supposed to be at Sentosa and here i am here waiting for you to wake up to get the pig painted,waiting for a clearer view of how fun today will be.I really can't see .I really don't know if i love you too much.But now is this hate here ? Part of me just want to leave your house but these pair of legs just won't leave.I am stung.

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star.
He's the song in the car I keep singing,
Don't know why I do.

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