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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)
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Sorry I didn't blog yesterday. Quizilla is so addictive. Nothing much happened yesterday. Went to see the NUS Maths and Science High campus. Yup, it's comfirmed. Dad 'talked' to Michael on Sunday. It could have lasted an eternity. Finally, Michael gave in. Not like he had a choice. Dad always manages to convince you after he talks to you. Otherwise, another eternity long lecture. Sorry, talk. He gave me one on why he thought it was impossible to fail History and went on and on about how it was a thinking subject ... Blah, blah, blah... Nearly died of boredom... HAHA. Went out for dinner at Swensens. Yum.
Today... Went to Cassandra's house. Watched Bend It Like Beckham. So cool. It says everything that I have ever wanted to tell my parents. I like soccer. Cassandra says I look like the sort. *Raises eyebrows* Yeah well, I used to kick a soccer ball with Mike at my late aunt's house. Her house is so big. I won most of the time. I think. Really long time ago. Plus... nevermind. Hehe. Soccer is fun. Kat's right in saying you can vent your anger in the game. On the ball not the players. That would be a red card, if you do. And if you're playing for a tournament or cup, you can get suspended or your whole team. Something like that. Right?
Shit, la... Drill Com practice starts tomorrow. Mum didn't sound too happy when I told her... Lots of people don't want it. But no choice. There are CCA points, though. Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Tomorrow till 6. Ah!!! Maybe I'll go to the Com. lab during lunch. 1 hour!!!
_broken_
7:47 pm
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore