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16:41 - “To those who leave their homes in the cause of Allah, after suffering oppression, We will assuredly give a goodly home in this world: but truly the reward of the Hereafter will be greater. If they only knew!”

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Thanks for the Memories / 11:31 AM

Dear broken hearted girl,

I'm sorry it had to end this way but I knew this was coming sooner or later. It just had to be sooner. I'm sorry that the relationship has been killing you but somewhere along the lines, I got numb. I don't know why but somewhere, maybe after what happened during the first week of holidays, I didn't really heal myself. Maybe because of that, because of the scar, I started to lose it slowly without me knowing. This entire relationship, all I ever did was mistakes and I'll always blame myself for the end. But hey, I enjoyed it while it lasted, before I became numb, before I couldn't read your eyes anymore, before I felt like holding your hand was a privilege I couldn't have anymore (this was way before yesterday). I feel like I'm not good enough for you long ago. And I realise that you don't need me. You need someone else, someone better; Someone who's not broken inside too. You need someone who can be strong for the both of you, I failed in that section. Like I told you before, this happy kid others see is just my own mask because I have never felt the need to let people empathise or sympathise for me. I guess you need someone whose insides aren't jumbled up in hopeless gray swirls. I'm not saying you're not good enough for me, just that I'm not good enough for you, not now, not ever. A broken hammer cannot repair a broken chair. So I guess, I'll wish you luck with whoever you get as your next one. Insya'allah you will and he'll be better.

Your broken hearted jerk.

Thanks For the Memories

I'm gonna make it bend and break
(It sent you to me without wait)
Say a prayer but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show...
(Let the good times roll)
(Let the good times roll)

And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life,
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you got
Better put your fingers back to the keys

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great;
"He tastes like you, only sweeter"!
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories;
"See, he tastes like you only sweeter"!
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
Is always cloudy except for
(Except for)
When you look into the past
(Look into the past)
One night stand...
(One night stand off)

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great;
"He tastes like you only sweeter"!
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories;
"See, he tastes like you only sweeter"!
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

They say
I only think in the form of crunching numbers
In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers
Get me out of my mind
And get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away
From getting you into the mood
Whoa

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great;
"He tastes like you but sweeter"!
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories;
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"!

[Chorus]
One night and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great;
"He tastes like you but sweeter"!
One night, yeah, and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories;
"See, he tastes like you only sweeter"!