It's strange to think the songs we used to sing
The smiles, the flowers, everything: is gone
Yesterday I found out about you
Even now just looking at you: feels wrong
You say that you'd take it all back, given one chance
It was a moment of weakness and you said yes...
You should've said no, you should've gone home
You should've thought twice before you let it all go
You should've know that word, bout what you did with her
Would get back to me...
And I should've been there, in the back of your mind
I shouldn't be asking myself why
You shouldn't be begging for forgiveness at my feet...
You should've said no, baby and you might still have me
You can see that I've been crying
And baby you know all the right things: to say
But do you honestly expect me to believe
We could ever be the same...
You say that the past is the past, you need one chance
It was a moment of weakness and you said yes..."
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
"Addicted"
I'm so addicted to
All the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets
All the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It's not like anything
When you're loving me.
Oh girl lets take it slow
So as for you well you know where to go
I want to take my love and hate you till the end.
It's not like you to turn away
From all the bullshit I can't take
It's not like me to walk away
I'm so addicted too
All the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets
All the sounds you make
With every breathe you take
It's not like anything
When you're loving me!
All the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets
All the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It's not like anything
When you're loving me.
Oh girl lets take it slow
So as for you well you know where to go
I want to take my love and hate you till the end.
It's not like you to turn away
From all the bullshit I can't take
It's not like me to walk away
I'm so addicted too
All the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets
All the sounds you make
With every breathe you take
It's not like anything
When you're loving me!
"Our Song"
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car.
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel,
The other on my heart.
I look around, turn the radio down,
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song.
And he says...
Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window.
When we're on the phone and you talk real low
cause it's late and your mama don't know.
Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have.
And when I got home ... before I said amen,
Asking God if he could play it again.
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day.
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away.
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed,
I almost didn't notice all the roses.
And the note that said...
Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window.
When we're on the phone and you talk real low
cause it's late and your mama don't know.
Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have.
And when I got home ... before I said amen,
Asking God if he could play it again!
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel,
The other on my heart.
I look around, turn the radio down,
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song.
And he says...
Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window.
When we're on the phone and you talk real low
cause it's late and your mama don't know.
Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have.
And when I got home ... before I said amen,
Asking God if he could play it again.
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day.
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away.
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed,
I almost didn't notice all the roses.
And the note that said...
Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window.
When we're on the phone and you talk real low
cause it's late and your mama don't know.
Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have.
And when I got home ... before I said amen,
Asking God if he could play it again!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Blah!
So tired! So much shit to do! So little time, I feel like I am way over doing myself and have too much shit to do that its impossible to accomplish. So much shit running through my head right now. I haven't sleep in days and when I finally do fall asleep, I sleep like shit! I wanna throw up. I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna do my math homework and I sure the hell don't know why I am posting a dam blog! HUH! BLAH...!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Class Poems
#1 Rainbows above
bears that are plain grumpy,
yet nice at the same time
may remind you of Johnor remind you of a crazy person
but in fact Susie was a crazy person
a very crazy person
went running around the dark room
the rain almost messed up her weave
and it’s glued in.
O, who gives a shit.
Life is too short anyway—live it up!
Hakuna Matata!
Life is sweet and juicy.
If it had a taste, it would be just like gum,
lovely gum that tasted of chalk.
Sometimes I do not like gum.
But when I do, I’m chillin out maxin, relaxin all
cool, and shootin some b-ball outside of school,
starting to make trouble in the neighborhood.
What neighborhood? Where is thissong from?
Umm… song? What the hell?
I am hungry.
Don’t Burger King sound delicious.
O, Susie a.k.a. grannnypanties, you will get it.
#2 Gloomy Sunday
setting itself against death
this is retarded.
Yes, I totally agree.
Why is it raining so much?
Rain sucks! Why can’t it be snow!
Snow is worse, then we have to bundle all up.
So get your velcro boots, strap yourself in, anddemand justice!
If you don’t have velcro then run home,run home and grab a gun.
Go next door and shoot the dog becausehe barks too much.
Get the pooper scooper and clean upthe mess;
make sure you hide yourtracks.
Rain drops keep falling on my head,
wind cuts into my soul,dead worms on wet pavement.
You should see what the person before me wrote.
What a donkey.The jackass wrote about some guy’s eye,
how weird the guy’s eye was,or how ugly his face look.
His face look really horrible!
Like the face of Susie when she wakes up in the morning.
bears that are plain grumpy,
yet nice at the same time
may remind you of Johnor remind you of a crazy person
but in fact Susie was a crazy person
a very crazy person
went running around the dark room
the rain almost messed up her weave
and it’s glued in.
O, who gives a shit.
Life is too short anyway—live it up!
Hakuna Matata!
Life is sweet and juicy.
If it had a taste, it would be just like gum,
lovely gum that tasted of chalk.
Sometimes I do not like gum.
But when I do, I’m chillin out maxin, relaxin all
cool, and shootin some b-ball outside of school,
starting to make trouble in the neighborhood.
What neighborhood? Where is thissong from?
Umm… song? What the hell?
I am hungry.
Don’t Burger King sound delicious.
O, Susie a.k.a. grannnypanties, you will get it.
#2 Gloomy Sunday
setting itself against death
this is retarded.
Yes, I totally agree.
Why is it raining so much?
Rain sucks! Why can’t it be snow!
Snow is worse, then we have to bundle all up.
So get your velcro boots, strap yourself in, anddemand justice!
If you don’t have velcro then run home,run home and grab a gun.
Go next door and shoot the dog becausehe barks too much.
Get the pooper scooper and clean upthe mess;
make sure you hide yourtracks.
Rain drops keep falling on my head,
wind cuts into my soul,dead worms on wet pavement.
You should see what the person before me wrote.
What a donkey.The jackass wrote about some guy’s eye,
how weird the guy’s eye was,or how ugly his face look.
His face look really horrible!
Like the face of Susie when she wakes up in the morning.
Sick
Don't ya hate it when you can't breath or smell out your nose? I surely do. I can't taste anything either. It sucks! Your nose is raw and all red from wiping it so much. You sit there for a while in class and then it just starts running. You cough all the time, can't sleep good, don't have a appetite because you can't taste anything. It just really sucks being sick!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
WTF!
So wtf is going on with this place! I feel like I can't even walk to class without being jumped! I am so confused and I could just cry. I get back to my dorm and see 3 UP Police Vehicles, 1 Canton Town Police Car, and 1 Sherif Car. I didn't know what to do or wtf was going on. Then I get back to my room and my roommates freaking out saying "Someone Got Stabbed, Someone Got Stabbed". I laughed and thought nothing of if because that sorta shirt don't happen around here. Then I turn on the TV, its all over the dam news, "18 year old male got stabbed 7 times. He is in Canton-Potsdam Hospital. One boy, 17 years old was arrested but cannot find the others." Are you kidding me??? Something needs to be done and done fast before something happens again and when it does, its gonna be worse! I have never in my whole life had to deal with shit like this and I don't ever want to, that's why I live in the north country!
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