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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, October 15, 2005
Yay!!! I went yesterday! Melissa's dad sent me home. Only Lysa came. Nava and Marissa were absent. Mel's sister invited some of the primary school and coincidentally, they are all from Doves... Anyway, I had a ball of a time. We had suasages, chicken and satay, marshmallows, chips, and fruits (Haha. Mel's parents said they were a very healthy family. I think it was evident in the food. Not salty. Haha. I'm a salt freak. But it was good.). We went to Mel's house and they played some computer game, don't know the name. Charms and Mel kept screaming when Cherie was playing. Man! They were like watching horror movie. Lysa was like, "Charmian, cannot play games with you. You're so scary." Mel's dad sent Kat to Clementi station and me home after that.
I can use the com. because Michael is at his friend's party. HAHA. Odd but true. He's glued to the com. since he got his precious membership. Now the TV is useless to him. Screw that annoying prat. I can only use if he isn't home, otherwise I have to use in school. Great! Don't tell me to go ask him. It's like asking a hibernating grizzly bear to wake up. You'll be in pieces before you can even ask. My parents? They couldn't care less.
Kat's so nice. She got me Bowling For Soup's A Hangover You Don't Deserve for Christmas. She actually called and asked me what I wanted and I couldn't remember! Odd, isn't it? I only remembered what I wanted when she got of the phone. Ashlee Simpson's I Am Me and Corpse Bride soundtrack. I hardly get CDs. I got Lesley a S.H.E. CD last year and Mabel, Simple Plan's Still Not Getting Any... CD last year for Christmas.
_broken_
2:28 pm
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore