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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, December 02, 2005
Grandma got a maid so she's going home tomorrow. I feel mean but YAY!!! She so friggin' BIASED. Any idiot can see that. Michael likes her here. He says she's fun. LIE. All he does all day is glue himself to Runescape. Not like she dispenses him money on a regular basis. Before the Runescape addiction, he had $ in his eyes. And it can't be because he's scared at night. (You have to see my house to understand the story.) She kept commenting on Yuni's (my maid) cooking until she couldn't take it and cried. I heard from Yuni the last time she stayed Mum wasn't too happy with the bills, the amount of water used shot up. Mum's very conserving. Dad's indifferent. 3 points for her going. 1 point for her here. Majority wins. HA!
_broken_
12:56 pm
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore