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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 15, 2005
I shall type in proper setences and words, from now on. No short-form. Felt like it.
Yay! I got someone to sponsor me for Inkwell. Actually, I only bothered not long ago. :D My mum was the one. The book is a diary of a Brtitsh bloke (Brit. slang for boy) Totally fictional (Where do u think I'll get a real one?). He is called Adrian Mole ( Funny surname, I know.) Finished that already. Going to attack my father next. Muhaha...
i can't take it. short-form. kat, how do u do it?
_broken_
12:42 pm
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore