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Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.
For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?
I'M NOT OKAY
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
(I'm not okay)
I told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
(I'm not okay)
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed
I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
(I'm okay, now)
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
(Okay)
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Can't blog to much. Everyone is at home. My bro. is behind me now. But is too engrossed reading.
Mum is flying to Sydney now. Coming back on Sat. Freedom for a while, but I am spending my hols with her 'cause my maid is going home for 3 WEEKS.
Hi Stacey! Kat, I relinked you, and wrote the reply already. It is in 3 parts. Haha... Have fun reading. :) How come the both of you didn't turn up for GB? Kat, Esther was asking where you were and if anyone knew what happened to you. I just stood there, talking to Melissa (Got told off by Mrs Yee). :D
Gtg, before my bro. finds out. I'll blog some more, illegally or legally I'm not to sure, tomorrow. Adios amigos.
_broken_
12:15 am
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore