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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)
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Talked to Kat. for about an hour yesterday night... I couldn't really recognize her voice. Then, I remembered that time I talked to her. That was the first time I talked to her on the phone. She freaked out 'cause she didn't know who I was. Haha... She really cheered me up when she sent me some songs that I wanted. Music is always my remedy... Anyway, she said that my voice was high and squeaky. Reminds me of Dobby... Haha... 2nd year... I was suppose to interview my neighbour but I talked too long... Hehe... Maybe tonight or tomorrow... The reason I was so squeaky was 'cause I was super angry with my family and I'm pretty sure they wouldn't want to hear the swearing. Haha... The softness 'cause my family doesn't know a single thing I said in the convesation. And I'd like to keep it that way... Most of it anyway...
Got tuition tomorrow... Apparentally, My tutor has to attend a wedding next month... Clashes with my tuition... Argh!!!
Going to library later at night... Must go look for Fanastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. I read Quidditch Though the Ages last year... Would be difficult though many people reading...
_broken_
2:38 pm
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore