Only when the true words reflecting the reality bring me a deeper sign. She outwits me, outmatches me, I can never catch up. I found myself stupid and naive - Very naive indeed. I hate myself, hate my incapability of changing the fact and humiliation from the others, considering me an outsider from oxbridge.
What I should do? Three months left
there's so much I wanna do, tonight, I wanna lay at your feet. cause I was made for you, and you were made for me..
Tonight I wanna see you in your eyes, feel the magic..
The jazz, swirling around the air, a solitude and hopeless night and future. It's over, it's all over...
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