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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 30, 2005
I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS SUCH AN IDIOT! Wasted time, emotions and feelings. I could have been scolded less, could have been doing more productive things, instead I wasted my precious time talking to you, comforting you and getting scolded cause of you. No more, not in 2006. I couldn't care less. Can't believe I agreed to help you with all those things. Now, I'm commited to do so in 2006. I'm an idiot. You know it struck me. I gained you the day I found out I lost someone else. And today, I gained her back and lost you. And what a fair trade it is. I'm happier now. Everyone wins. Oh well! Not going to waste more time talking about you and spending emotions on you, I have better things to do with my time. As the saying goes, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
_broken_
8:39 pm
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore