All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world Mad world

Mind Body Soul

worn out and tired.

The back's killing.

The heart's unrest.

The guilt pricks.

I'll let you be who you are,

if you promise to let me be who i am.

In the end, i rather have one who truly cares

then a thousand bystanders.

saraswati sastra kala maya roopini

charukesi devi ma

vidya vahini buddhi pradayini

bharatha lalitha sri devi

jaya maa

tabula rasa

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
nothing else matters

TABULA RASA
1.a mind not yet affected by experiences, impressions, etc.
2. anything existing undisturbed in its original pure state.
3 .an opportunity to start over without prejudice

I'm asking myself now
how long more can i keep this up?
feeling hurting trying denying
god i really want to just let go of everything
not get affected by anything that happens around me
abolish nostalgic moments that hurt
the drive is blurred
by sex love and hate
eliminate melancholy
god show me the way
stop me from thinking and make me do
for the past to be forgotten
and a new tale to be told.

THIS I SWEAR

as one door closes
another opens
sometimes i wonder
why these things happen
but i'm happy now
for whats become
amidst this distorted noise
you're a soft melodious hum

telephone conversation
friendster message
msn offline message
+
scantily clad booty shaking samba dancers
flirtatious bimbotic co-ordinator
+
SUPER Early morning music conversation
=
thiru's confused and needs some time to think.

happiness is an interval
between two points of sorrow
and although at first i desired happiness
i've come to realise that too much of anything
is poison.
being happy tanslates into less practicality for me
the more angry i feel, the more i want to achieve
the more agony i feel, the more i stay disciplined
maybe the problem is the definition of happiness
i search for mine.

this is for you,
you who's getting closer
you who's becoming an addiction
i need to stay focused,
not because i like you any less
but because the past has cultivated
this paranoia
i was brought up in fear
raised in rejection
and so i have this drive to prove wrong
and i cannot let anything get in my way
yaarum theendaatha thendral ni,
in the end
i want you to be happy.