Welcome, weary traveller, to early Tuesday morning...

Ah, you have stumbled across my little place on this vast, overcrowded system called the Internet. Shall we have poetry? Or perhaps music?

White Flag-Dido

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
Or tell you that
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up, and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be

I know I've left too much mess and destruction
To come back again
And I cause nothing but trouble, I understand if you
Can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense

But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up, and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be

And when we meet, which I'm sure we will
All what was there, will be there still
I'll let it pass, and hold my tongue
And you will think that I've moved on

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up, and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up, and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up, and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love
And always will be


My appologies for that. I find I type out song lyrics when I have nothing of interest to say. I should have gone to bed hours ago, but alas, I cannot sleep. I shouldn't be filling up the internet with tripe now, should I? It's nights like these where I want to stay awake and think. I have a lot to think about. And yet nothing to say.