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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)
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
You want the true me? Well, here I am. I am tired of being happy and nice and what crap. I am sick of the world. When I say hi, people walk past me like I don't exist. When I help, no one says thanks. Just 'cause I don't say I have troubles, worry and problems, it doesn't mean that it don't exist. Ever thought of that? Just 'cause I'm happy, it doesn't mean that I'm happy inside. The happiest clown can be bleeding inside. How would you know? Would you care? Couldn't you spare a thought for me? When you cry, I cry. When you are happy, I am happy. If you count the thoughts I spare for you, I'll be a millionare. All I ask for is 1. Is that so difficult? Could you AT LEAST ask me whether everything is alright in my world, once in a while? That would help greatly. I keep so many things until I can't take it anymore. It's bad I know but I'm not the type who says I have problems or show signs that I do (blame Charis for that). What good would it do, showing signs, anyway? No one will notice. I can solve your problems and give you good advice. But who do you think I turn the when I am the one who needs that? A counsellor gives advice but who gives it back? Why did I even say all that? I'm just wasting my time. Not like it makes a diffrence... ...
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10:39 am
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore