25 April 2007 I hope the ring you gave to herTurns her finger green I hope when you’re in bed with her you think of me I would never wish bad things But I don’t wish you well Could you tell By the flames that burned your words? I never read your letter Cause I knew what you’d say Give me that Sunday school answer Try to make it all okay If she really knows the truth She deserves you A trophy wife Oh how cute Ignorance is bliss But when your day comes And he’s through with you And he’ll be through with you You’ll die together but alone You wrote me in a letter You couldn’t say it right to my face Give me that Sunday school answer Repent your self away Does it hurt to know I'll never be there It was you who chose to end it like you did I was the last to know you knew exactly what you would do Don’t say You simply lost your way they may believe you But I never again will I hear you Never again will I miss you Never again will I fall to you Never again will I hear you Never again will I miss you Never again will I fall to you Never again will I kiss you Never again will I want to Never again will I love you. Sums it up rather nicely. I'm tired. Tired of my job. Tired of getting up early. Tired of being in CA. Tired of having weekly migraines. Just tired. It's only Wednesday. Bah! This part of the school year always takes forever. FOREVER. |
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