Thursday, February 26, 2004
*im sick of smiling, and so is my jaw, cant you see front is crumbling down? im sick of being someone im not, please get me out of this slump. im sick of clapping when i know i can do it better for myself, im sick of waiting, sick of all these words that will never matter..
i wire these nerves together, hoping for a chance to think on time. and im tracing over your letter to see if your intentions are as good as mine...
but yr getting worse i swear it, it's hard to prove yr an understatement. yr getting worse and i know that youll be callin, callin, callin me again
im done with everything that had to do with you dont worry yr pictures are already burned.. im done with new friends. dont sell yourself short, you'll lose it in the end
i wire these nerves together, hoping for a chance to think on time. and im tracing over your letter to see if your intentions are as good as mine...
but yr getting worse i swear it, it's hard to prove yr an understatement. but yr getting worse and i know that youll be callin, callin, callin me again (go!)
i cant help how i feel, no i cant help how i feel.. (but yr!) but yr getting worse i swear it, it's hard to prove yr an understatement. yr getting worse and i know youll be callin, callin, callin me again... callin me again.. callin me again..
but yr getting worse i swear it, it's hard to prove yr an understatement. but yr getting worse and i know youll be callin, callin, callin me again.
*newfoundglory*
work sucked.
i fucking asked you a question. a simple question, at that, just "hows yr day?" and you fucking couldnt take two and half minutes to say its ok or its bad? thaaaaanks. seriously.
crossword puzzle, and then drug induced sleep.
i wire these nerves together, hoping for a chance to think on time. and im tracing over your letter to see if your intentions are as good as mine...
but yr getting worse i swear it, it's hard to prove yr an understatement. yr getting worse and i know that youll be callin, callin, callin me again
im done with everything that had to do with you dont worry yr pictures are already burned.. im done with new friends. dont sell yourself short, you'll lose it in the end
i wire these nerves together, hoping for a chance to think on time. and im tracing over your letter to see if your intentions are as good as mine...
but yr getting worse i swear it, it's hard to prove yr an understatement. but yr getting worse and i know that youll be callin, callin, callin me again (go!)
i cant help how i feel, no i cant help how i feel.. (but yr!) but yr getting worse i swear it, it's hard to prove yr an understatement. yr getting worse and i know youll be callin, callin, callin me again... callin me again.. callin me again..
but yr getting worse i swear it, it's hard to prove yr an understatement. but yr getting worse and i know youll be callin, callin, callin me again.
*newfoundglory*
work sucked.
i fucking asked you a question. a simple question, at that, just "hows yr day?" and you fucking couldnt take two and half minutes to say its ok or its bad? thaaaaanks. seriously.
crossword puzzle, and then drug induced sleep.
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