everything baby!

You're a falling star

You're the getaway car

You're the line in the sand

When I go too far

And in this crazy life

And through these crazy times

It's you, it's you

You make me sing

You're every line

You're every word

You're everything

And I can't believe that I'm your man

And I get to kiss you baby just because I can

Whatever comes our way

We'll see it through

And you know that's what our love can do

And in this crazy life

And through these crazy times

It's you, it's you

You make me sing

You're every line

You're every word

You're everything

You're every song

And I sing along

'Cause you're my everything

So laa, laa, laa, la, laa ,la, laa 

So laa, laa, laa, la, laa ,la, la, laa, la, la, laa 

one of my all time favourite songs, albeit with bits chopped off. the parts that speak to me are left intact. :D 

so i feel like the perfect picture of the world has been shattered. screwed up beyond repair. the saddest thing is, i have no urge to sit back and survey the damage, pick up the pieces and glue it back. just doesn't seem worth the hassle. the effort put into it, the attention needed to nurse it back to life, far outweighs the little bits of joy that comes from putting it back. and after that stupid image is fixed, that part were it shattered into pieces will always show. and hell, it will never be perfect anymore.

and perfection is an illusion yea? an illusion waiting to be shattered into a million pieces.

and illusions never hold after u've seen through it. it jsut never looks the same.