For every mistakes that I had done
I hate to admit that I am merely human
Who's far from what they believe
This perfect human was mere vain
The grace that I show
THe greatness that I blow
Nothing stronger that sandcastle
Which would shatter after wave
They think I am kind of saint
But surely they will disgust
After realize my rotten heart
Which is covered by rust
Saturday, January 3, 2009
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