It don't matter to the sun
If you go or if you stay
No, the sun is gonna rise, gonna rise
Shine down on another day
There will be tomorrow
Even if you choose to leave
Cause it don't matter to the sun
It matters to me
It ain't gonna stop the world
If you walk out that door
This old world just keeps spinning round, spinning round
Like it did the day before
Cause to them it makes no difference
It just keeps on keeping time
Cuz it ain't gonna stop the world no
But it'll be the end of mine
So what can I say?
What can I do?
I'm still in love.
Why aren't you?
Cause it don't matter to the moon
If you're not in my life
No the moon will just keep hanging round, hanging round
Like its just another night
Who find another place to shine
On some other lovers dreams
Cause it don't matter to the moon no, no
But it matters to me
got caught in the rain again on my way back from ikea, where i had a fun, lonesome photography session. i took pictures of table tops and lovely images and got told off by a staff.
and i stood at the traffic light while waiting to cross the road and stared at this really dashing dark- silverish mazda rx8 which stoppped next to me. now i know why derrick is so in love with this beauty. it sure is hot.
i nearly walked into a man with his cigarette at my face. he was walking out from the GP below my flat. now, everyday, i'm walking past weird men squatting outside the clinic waiting for their pills to control their drug addictions. that's what my mum got to know from the shop owner next door to the clinic. how wonderful. and when i walked past just now, i caught a glimpse of a stout man opening a tin of mints (the exact same one i gave him months ago) and in it were homemade cigarettes. how resourceful and innovative (and desperate).
you rip yourself apart, you sew yourself up. there's no one else who will or can do it for you.
i told zhihan how sometimes we should be alone. it's good to be alone at some point of time.