8.09.2003

Non si comporti falso intorno me perché posso vedere a destra attraverso voi.

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(much thanks to Babelfish for the translation.)

8.07.2003

I don't know what to do right now. I just want to hurry up and go to college.

Sure, I'll miss everyone, but I think it's for the best that I'm going some place where nobody knows me. Time to start anew.

Though I wonder...will anybody miss me when I'm gone? Will anyone even remember me if I go to my high school reunion in five or ten years?

I need a man because James just doesn't seem very interested anymore. Which makes me upset, but whatever. I can make it on my own. My life, seeing as how much as I talk about him, does not revolve around him.

No matter how much people tell me, I will never believe I'm attractive. Not when I'm friends with people like Lily and Ashley who are very attractive, physically and otherwise.

Kelli, you are one of the most amazing people I've ever had to pleasure of calling a friend. It makes me happy when my cheesey jokes make you laugh. I hope that I never lose contact with you.

Somebody save me from this dream...I might not wake up.

I look up to the little bird
That glides across the sky
He sings the clearest melody
It makes me want to cry
It makes me want to sit right down
and cry cry cry, yeah.

I walk along the city streets
So dark with rage and fear
And I...
I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
I wish I had the wings to fly away from here, yeah.

But Mamma I feel so low
Mamma where do I go?
Mamma what do I know?
Mamma we reap what we sow
They always said that you knew best
But this little bird's fallen out of that nest now
I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed
So I've just got to put these wings to test

For I am just a troubled soul
Who's weighted...
Weighted to the ground
Give me the strength to carry on
Till I can lay this burden down
Give me the strength to lay this burden down
down down yea
Give me the strength to lay it down
Lay it down, Lay it down.

But Mamma I feel so low
Mamma where do I go?
Mamma what do I know?
Mamma we reap what we sow.
They always said that you knew best
But this little bird's fallen out of that nest now
I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed
So I've just got to put these wings to test

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