Pretending

Each time I finished my classification test shoot, for the third financial year in a row, I left the shooting range with a cut finger, a bruised ego and a disappointed feeling. Yes, today, I failed my shooting yet again. Bravo Fandi.

FML.

will we ever say the words we’re feeling
reach down underneath and tear down all the walls
will we ever have a happy ending
or will we forever only be pretending