What’s sad…

What’s sad is that my bandmates from Lucille came down all the way from Punggol to support me… and I didn’t have the time to supper with them because I was too busy rushing around with Pulse.

What’s sad is that we didn’t manage to secure the first prize, and did not deserve a mere 2nd.

What’s sad is that we didn’t manage to do more than one song on stage, or to cast out any remaining doubts that we were THE band of the night, or that we were THE band amongst all other bands.

What’s sad is that after tonight, the black nail polish has got to come off, and I’ll just be THE drummer on stage.

What’s sad is that OUR friends came down from all parts of Singapore, after work, school or just made time to support us, but not a single person from the block or hall bothered coming down to support despite emails and messages via MSN.

What’s sad?

This is sad.

Jason Mraz – Please don’t tell her

I hear she’s kicking ass across the board and rock two hundred thousand higher scorer
Just in time to save the world of being taken over
She’s a warrior
I couldn’t play again because the game it never end it never even landed on the can
And never let me in to spend my quarter
There’s no love for me no more

Say it isn’t so
How she easily come, and she easy go
Please don’t tell her that I’ve been meaning to miss her
Because I don’t

She was the girl with the broadest shoulders
But she would die before I crawled over them
She is taller than I am
She knew I wouldn’t mind the view there
Or the altitude with a mouth full of air
She let me down the doubt came out until the now became later

Say that it isn’t so
How she easily come, how she easy go
Please don’t tell her that
‘Cause she don’t really need to know

That I’m crazy like the rest of us
And I’m crazier when I’m next to her

So why after the all of everything that came and went
I care enough to still be singing of the bitter end and broken eras
I told you I don’t but
I am only trying to be the best with my intent to cure
The rest is sure to lay me ease the plural hurts of the words of reverse psychology
That’s easier said
Easier than done
Please don’t dare tell her what I’ve become
Please don’t mention all the attention I have drawn
Please don’t bother cause she’ll feel guilty when I’m gone

Because I’m crazy like the rest of us
But I’m crazier when I’m next to her
And it’s amazing how she’s so self-assured
But I know she’d hate me if she knew my words
Do I hurt anymore
Do I hurt, well
I don’t
I don’t
I don’t

When I wish upon a star.