lifes BRIEF candle!

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all of our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death
Out Out Brief Candle!!
Life but a walking shadow
A poor player
That struts and frets it's hours upon the stage
And then is heard no more
It is a tale
Told by an idiot
Full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.

Shahrul! Call me! Need to talk to you!!

- Yeap! It may not be a song but its angsty!