I’ve been up all night long Counting the days that went wrong I opened my bedroom window I wish this pain was gone Everything I do is useless To escape from feeling numb I remember when I was scolded by my mom I remember when I was young If you will Then we’ll go as fast as we go far or Maybe I’ll be forgotten and my world is torn apart Till the end I’ll be here standing, Waiting… Until I’m finally done My father claims this tradition has been with my family for some time, but I think he was just a big Star Trek fan, and surreptitiously snuck this "tradition" into the canon of our family. My mother is from Down Under, she likes butter on her sandwiches. Every family has traditions. |