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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)
Friday, June 03, 2005
You said you didn't do anything. You didn't insult me or anything... Ya right... It is like saying that the world is in the shape of a cube. Don't believe me? I have evidence. Ask Mabel or Charis. Both of them will tell you what you choose not to remember. They'll also tell that you bitched about them behind their backs. We are not stupid... Stop lieing. And Mabel, Charis and I are your bad past? Well... if you feel that way, guess what? We do too. At least, I do. And you ask why Charis and Mabel are giving you the cold shoulder. Well, Charis hates you. None of us like you. All of us act nice to you. ACT!!! Only Mabel is giving you a second chance...
I tolerated you when you insulted me. But when you said THAT, it was the final straw. Like everyone else, I tried my very best not to hate you, think of the fun things we did together. But when you sent me that SMS THAT message, you had got on my last nerve. You knew it would hurt me and you purposely said it. It was low, even for you. I knew and know that very well but you didn't have to tell it to me IN MY FACE!
You are like my brother. Exactly. Can't take hard work. Thinks that the world is at your feet. Thinks that you are always right. Won't say sorry, even if your life was at stake. The only thing that is different is that my brother is smart...
_broken_
1:30 pm
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore