end of the story

if yesterday i said i was listening to katy perry song mannequin, thats because i felt the same with the song.. but now i feel so selfish if i feel like that. well heres the lyrics..

Mannequin by Katy Perry

How do I get closer to you
When you keep it all on mute
How will I know the right way to love you

Usually the Queen of figurin out
Breaking down a man is no work out
But I have no clue
How to get through to you

Oh, I wanna hit you just to see if you cry
I keep knockin' on wood, hopin there's a real boy inside

Cuz you're not a man
You're just a Mannequin
I wish you could feel that my love is real
But you're not a man

I wish I could just turn you on
Put a battery in and make you talk
Even pull a string for you to say anything

But with you there is no guarantee
Only expired warranty
A bunch of broken parts
And I can't seem to find your heart

Oh, I'm such a fool
I'm such a fool
I'm such a fool
This one's outta my hands
I can't put you back together again

Cause you're not a man
You're just a Mannequin
I wish you could feel that my love is real
But you're not a man
You're just a, a toy
Could you ever be a real, real boy
And understand
But you're not a man

If the past is the problem
Our future can solve them baby
I could bring you life if you let me inside baby
It'll hurt but in the end You'll be a man

You're not a man
You're just a Mannequin
I wish you could feel that my love is real
You're just a, a toy
Could you ever be a real, real boy
And understand
But you're not a man


evil uh? lol so, id like to apologise to him, even if he doesnt know this, but i now feel its done. i dont wanna expect more, i dont wanna feel this. i dont like this feeling, i cant forget my past. but however, thanks for making me smile and laugh, and wonder and hope. thanks for listening to my stupid not so funny jokes, thanks for calling me batgirl (haha), thanks for giving respons, thanks for saying im not a freak but just plain funny, thanks for going out with me on that friend outing night, thanks for taking me home even it had to make you go further, thanks for telling me some stories, thanks for being so polite, thanks for talking to me till late when i couldnt sleep, thanks for being so sweet, thanks for being nice, thanks for making me like being in this city, thanks for giving me exceptions when i wasnt being so nacionalist, thanks for spending your credits on me, thanks for this feeling you make me feel, thanks for, um thanks for everything :)
im glad i know you. i think this is how the story ends.


thanks, lily allen's brother :)