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Lash Out Im lashing out, Im thrashing out Im getting outta here. I want to save my self from seeing your fake tears. I'll throw my self I'll show myself This mess wont be another thing for me too hear when my fears whisper me to sleep.
Theft Im a good person you asked for help and now im scared Im a Good person! you asked for help now i cant stop twitching Im a GOOD person you asked for help now i cant stop worring thanks
A scribbly line a wiggly line is all that comes to mind when i try to think of ways to say things hidden deep inside.
Maura's Marvelous Poetry Glog These are the things that i think of when i think of some people and some are just ones that came to me and sounded cool Enjoy
She falling She falling so hard she's gonna break her heart, when he denies the three little words That'll only be the start. She's falling to hard she's breaking her heart, he wont say those three little words She's fallen too hard and broken her heart He didnt say the three little words.
Cupid... you suck Your my headache, Our earthquake I really dont like this from you When he catches my eye, hearts set a fly But yet you make me unhappy I stutter, and my heart flutters And he still see's nothing at all Cupid my sir, you suck
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''Honey'' Please dont try to make me angry, jealous, or unnerved Cause all that'll do is make me wonder, if our friendship was well served I trust you and dont doubt you, you are my greatest friend but why is it, you make want to scream and bend I hate this people! and when i do it surely is quite clear, you do not know how your taunts show me my fear. This sticky mess is slighty sweetend although you cannot tell, You do not know how your taunts can make my life hell Please dont throw me into the honey, Because I asure you drowning isnt funny
Baby, with your yellow eyes, look for me, search in the darkness for me and cry to the moon. sing for me baby with your voice of crying pain, tell me how you hate tell me how you love me but dont tell me how your leaving.
Ms. Popularity. The stares are overwhelming. Whispers might as well be shouts. I gotta style, i love to flaunt it So the next time i hear a rumor or see a glare Im flippin the bird with a turquise nail and a fingerless glove of stripe white and pink and saying Love ya too bitches.
vanessa23 added this comment 2010-01-21 10:55:51-06:00
So true!
vanessa23 added this comment 2010-01-21 10:55:51-06:00
So true!