I'm still thinking what I want in my life.
I have no ideas what I want to write on the blank pages of my life.
Flawless life,everyone's dream.
But still,there's no perfection in life.
Perfectly imperfect,is what we call.
I just want a beautiful yet smooth life.
I'd always imagined how my life would be.
And all I ever want is a beautifully-stretched life.
Even though is quite beauti-dully life,I'm still okay.
My life is all about surviving to keep me floating on the surface.
Whatever comes in my life,I'll face it and I'll say I'm fine.
