Are you having trouble finding sleep at night, Or does your lack of conscience tell you every-thing's alright, I trust your good intentions, that you're watching over friends, But you must think that I"m crazy, if I don't see through that grin.

So tell me what your best friend knows, that I don't know. Tell me why you talk me down wherever you go.
You're a saint, you're a king, and I'm just another girl without a crown. Tell me why you sell me out, everywhere you go. I just want to know what your best friend knows.

So vindictive, you'll say anything you like. The smile you fake, the steps you take, you know you never could get it right. And talk is cheap so make believe, your secrets find the grave, It's too late, you gave up your last chance to walk away.

You stand a little too tall, say a little too much, you're gonna bite that know-it-all tongue. You tried a little too hard, now I'm calling that bluff, big plans are coming undone. That's just typical, you're so cynical, couldn't have me. I didn't want you to set yourself up to lose, You're selling me out, to the boy I can't afford to lose.

I saw the break lights starting to dim. I feel the tension that's been pulling us in. Don't sweat it. Forget it. Everything is a-ok Just let it. Know that it's All to find another face I make you come just to watch you leave You walk around with my heart on your sleeve Don't sweat it It's over now Our time ran out

Therapy I'm a walking travesty But I'm smiling at everything Therapy you were never a friend to me and you can choke on your misery

when family reunite.

there you go. A not so complete reunion. This is how fewer it gets every single year. Pity mummy, she didn't get to see the rest of her niece and nephew. It's because we never get together unless there is a wedding. Well, it isn't the so ohh perfect family. There's more that we know that our elders don't. It is a total different atmosphere. It was a little quiet and wasn't rather extravagant. But it was a sweet wedding with pink and purple decoration and a castle of purple rooftop, it was pretty exciting and delicious. As to that,I would like to say CONGRATULATION kak NORA and HUBBY.

To add on, I get to meet all my grandfather/mother which does not practice the same believes as most of us, Muslim. Cause obviously they are Indians, typical ones i must say. But still as a sign of respect, we cousins, salam them and talk like as if we knew them more than we really do. So to conclude, I'm happy that my mummy's side includes So many relative of different believe, races and religion. Nevertheless, they stick and hug each other with great love that they've been longing for for years.

wish both granny and grandad was here to look at the bonds that was created along the way. the tears that was shed. the hurt that was kept deep within mummy's heart. I guess there's a reason why step granny, granny and grandad is not around anymore. Guess there's more to come. I'll always remember them.

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