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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)
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Michael is in NUS camp again. Mum went for an appointment. That means that I have not much time till Mum gets back. Her appointment is at 10 and doesn't take long. Couldn't blog yesterday. And I shall blog about that if I have the time after what I'm going to say. I have to stop something from being more out of hand it already is...
I receieved your letter yesterday. I receieved it a little late because Dad went for lessons. I accept your apology and I ,too, apologize. However, I am apologizing for the present. I repiled to your letter and told Mum to send it (I hope she does because I am still yet to receive a reply from the last letter I sent...). In it, I told you why I was angry with you and formally apologized. I think I was very formal in the letter, which you will have to excuse as to me sorry is but another word in the dictionary and has no significance to me (that explains why I keep saying sorry), and if I were say it with meaning, I would adapt a serious tone (which I still have trouble getting rid of... the serious tone...). Even though I won't be able to see you in the same light that I did last year, I am still willing to be friends and let bygones be bygones. I hope you for give me for overeacting but... it is in the letter, which I hope you reply to.
_broken_
9:36 am
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore