Saturday, March 28, 2009 @ 5:59 AM
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ツ Deary Her.
She got BOYFRIEND.
She with alots of boy-friends.
They are all her BESTIE.
Dreaming of them is her desire.
Annoying. Crap.
Every time i think of you
I get a shot right through
Into a bolt of blue
It's not a problem of mine
But it's a problem i find
Living a life that i can;t leave behide
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
And everyday my confusion grows
Everytime i see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for the final moments
You say the words that i can't say
I feel fine and i feel good
I feel like i never should
Whenever i get this way
I just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself
That if i hurt someone else
Then i'll never see just what we're meant to be.ღ ∂early