Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Best Ballad Ever

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here


OK now, this song reminds me of my old friends.
Who won't be the same, like I've known them before.
I know this may sounds weird. But I kinda miss the awkward part of them.
The side I'll never get mad with just like this.
And not to mention, arrogant side of me always want the opposite of everything.
So whenever I sit alone in the school's library, talk to myself when finished several of my books, I used to talk alone.
How I wish the old you were here.