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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, October 14, 2005
Bloody Hell!!! I can't go!!! No wonder, Mum let me go out yesterday... I'd rather go for the barbeque than watch Corpse Bride, even before I went out yesterday. I REALLY WANNA GO!!! Why does Mum treat me like the world is out to murder/ rape/ rob/ kidnap/ do illegal things to me? If they want to rob someone, Jia Xin not me. I'm poorer than a church mouse. Seriously. Just because I have more allowance doesn't make me rich. I'm the classic case of poor but act rich. Kidnap, Charis. She's knows so many people. Important and rich. Not me. Honestly! Called Melissa. Her mum answered saying she's out but asked if I'd called about the barbeque. I said yes and explained that I can't go because I had no transport home. She asked me where I stay and she that she'll discuss with Mel's dad. So nice. My parents are the last people in the world to do that. I feel so bad if I don't go. Firstly, Nava and Marissa say that if I go, they'd go. Secondly, Kat wants me to go (badly) and has been bugging me. Thirdly, The trio has been bugging me. Once is more enough. Fourthly, I REALLY WANNA GO!!! AH!!! Hopefully, someone'll be able to send me home.
_broken_
9:55 am
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore