Wednesday, July 2, 2008
| There's not much going on today. I'm really bored, it's getting late. What happened to my Saturday? Monday's coming, the day I hate. Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone. He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no. He wouldn't even open up the door. He never made me feel like I was special. He isn't really what I'm looking for. This is when I start to bite my nails. And clean my room when all else fails. I think it's time for me to bail. This point of view is getting stale. Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone. He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no. He wouldn't even open up the door. | He never made me feel like I was special. He isn't really what I'm looking for. Na na na na na, we've all got choices. Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone. |
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