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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)
Saturday, August 20, 2005
As usual, I'm being illegal again. But who the hell cares? Michael got his NUS thing again. Dad has his degree stuff. Mum went out to run some errands for her work.
I changed the lyrics. As you can see. I'm listening to the song now. I love it. It rocks. Was listening to it yesterday night. Saw the video. Really puts the message across. If you have seen it, click here. Then click "Watch 'Dirty little Secret' video.
The crying plus the lost sleep over the week really got me. 11 hrs was how long I slept last night. My eyes don't look like they're normal selves. Hope Mum and Dad are not observant. Wait, how could I forget? They blind. Michael included.
I feel better today. Actually, after talking to Lesley, I felt better already. It was like Harry in GoF, after Cedric's death, when Dumbledore and Sirius were talking to him. It was like poison was being exacted from me. All that was kept just slowly came out.
Crap! Just remembered that I've got loads to study for. Chinese test. Geog. test. There's something for Chem. And some other thing. Can someone tell me? Thanks. *sigh* I'm in no mood to study. Lit. assignment has to be done too. And Mrs Thomsett wants it well done. Tuition tomorrow.Yay. What a wonderful weekend.
Went to lend my support for Harry at GoF.com.
_broken_
10:53 am
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore