Maybe he's right, but sometimes, some people just can't really see the past as it is. Some might re-play it over and over, not for the "what if", but simply because there's no "STOP" or "PAUSE" button. Something one can't control by oneself.
I think that habit is just a reflection of one's mind. If I tell this to Uranna though, I know he'll give this "You're weird" kind of look, or just think something like "since when does this girl think?". Not totally his fault; I've always gave him the impression that I never think- that it's a waste of time etc.
This have been replaying itself in my head these couple of days. I kind of knew why, although I don't exactly agree to it.
Bachelor Girl - Buses And Trains
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First of all, I doubt I'll ever sing the full song, and mean the whole thing. Maybe I would mean the first bit of the song, maybe.. just maybe.
Second, no talking will happen. Not that I can imagine of it.
Third, not such questions:
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Hey Mom
Why didn't you tell me
Why didn't you teach me a thing or two
You just let me go
Out into the World
You never thought to share what you knew
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
Hey Mom
Why didn't you warn me
Coz about boys is something i should have known
They`re like chocolate cake
Like cigarettes
I know they're bad for me
But I just can't leave 'em alone
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
And I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
And it felt so good
And I wanna do it again
Wanna do it again
Hey Mom
Since we're talking
What was it like when you were young
Has the world changed
Or is it still the same
A man can kill and still be the sweetest love.
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
And I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
And it felt so good
And I wanna do it again
I wanna do it again...
*******************************************************
Hey Mom
Why didn't you tell me
Why didn't you teach me a thing or two
You just let me go
Out into the World
You never thought to share what you knew
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
Hey Mom
Why didn't you warn me
Coz about boys is something i should have known
They`re like chocolate cake
Like cigarettes
I know they're bad for me
But I just can't leave 'em alone
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
And I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
And it felt so good
And I wanna do it again
Wanna do it again
Hey Mom
Since we're talking
What was it like when you were young
Has the world changed
Or is it still the same
A man can kill and still be the sweetest love.
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
And I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
And it felt so good
And I wanna do it again
I wanna do it again...
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That's all :P
Later
I'm having finals in a few days. Wish me all the best of luck in your silent prayers.
Thank you for your time.
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