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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)
Monday, June 13, 2005
I just realised that I won't have enough time to blog... Which means that posts will always be incomplete... But Dad finished his course... Yay! More time.
Kat, are you ok? I know. No. Just asking... Anyway, I may not be of good assistance to you but if, at any time, you need someone to be there to vent anger or to talk to, I'm there. Same goes to anyone in need of a punching bag or a sponge...
I just realised that my English has been so... so... formal? No. No. Er... Chim? I dunno but you get the point... Even when I'm talking... Ever since I started to blog in full sentences and proper English, plus or minus some exceptions... There I go again. Part of the formalness, you can blame on J. K. Rowling. Her writing is so profound, if that is the right word... She is the type of author that forfills the saying Writing is being able to say two words using one. And I've been going British and Harry Potter-ish too... I found myself saying,' By jolly, I think he's sloved it..' in British accent, the other day... And I keep calling people 'gits'. Anyone who is annoying to me. Especially Michael... Haha... You didn't hear that from me...
Speaking of which, Kat, where did you find the poster? I must know!!! Hehe. The reason I don't wanna start reading GoF is 'cause I'll be addicted to it. I'll just devote all my time to read it... I won't stop. I can't control myself. I keep doing my tutor's work last minute and stuff... And I still have to do homework, revision & stuff and read for Inkwell. There was another reason but I forgot...
_broken_
9:51 pm
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore