| today was okay i guess... nothing good nothing bad
tomorrow = getting braces and three a days = bad |
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| Here's a scale, weigh it out and you'll find, easily
More than sufficient doubt that these colors you see
were picked in advance by some careful hand
With an absolute concept of beauty
They are smeared and these blurs come in random order
And they color the eyes of your former lovers
Hers were green like July,
Except when she cried they were red
Now I know a disease that these doctors can’t treat
You contract on the day you accept all you see
Is a mirror, and a mirror is all it can be
A reflection of something we’re missing
And language just happened, it was never planned
And it’s inadequate to describe where I am
In the room of my house where the light's never been
Waiting for this day to end
And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore
Everything that we hate or adore
Once the page of a calendar is turned it’s no more
So tell me then, what was it for?
Oh tell me, what was it for?
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| Dinner = Vegan Delight.
I wanna grow up to be just like Conor.
... or marry him.... you know... whichever. |
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| yeha i had steph and chris over and we made the Jay Z vid. gonna show it next saturday to avn. funnnnnnnnn o yeah cuz mostly everyone will be back in town
soccer party tomrrow then three a days. i feel so outta shape even though i did all that jesuit crap. i lose.
DONUTS%_%^#$&)^$#_%*@_%@%
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| got spacers. painnnnnnnnnnnnnnn but whatever
steph and kait and chris and i r gonna make a music video (no weird make up and pics this time i swear) to JAY Z- 99 problems
if u have girl problems i feel bad for u son,
i got 99 problems but a bitch aint one.
i hate rap. |
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