About Me
I don know what i’m going to say in this Page, called “About Me” its mean somethings about me. Ok.. let me introduce myself. My Name is Ronnie Bobby Wong (RBW- Shortform from my name actually), I actually created this blog because I want to express my ideas, interest, opinion and to share my life stories to all the people who love to read my blog. All the info in this blog is consider a general view of mine which im feel it safe to be shared & published, but its will be some XXX-Rated articles, Picture, Videos or comments will be shown in this blog pls feel free to ignore it.
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that’s what you get…heheheheee.. fav song ko kn….
No sir, well I don’t wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It’s your turn, so take a seat we’re settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can’t decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you’re not here.
‘Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I’m sure you’ve heard.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I’ll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let’s start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
That’s what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Now I can’t trust myself with anything but this,
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
No sir, well I don’t wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It’s your turn, so take a seat we’re settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can’t decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you’re not here.
‘Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I’m sure you’ve heard.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I’ll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let’s start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
That’s what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Now I can’t trust myself with anything but this,
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.