SE #20
Alright. So about IT. I've gotten better now. I'm not nearly as mad at Stacy as I was. I'm now mad at Aaron.
I don't know if you know this, but I am OBSESSED with OAR - Hey Girl. It's my ring tone, I have a video of it on my phone from the concert. I mean, this song described Aaron and me. So I figured, because every time I listen to the song (which is alot) I could have another version. A much angrier one. A version that described the PRESENT situation with Aaron and me. So here is MY version of Hey Girl by OAR (It's to the tune of Hey Girl, if your that dumb)
And if you don't have the song, DOWNLOAD IT.
I met this guy his name was Aaron Thomas.
He taught me about bongs, pot, and having a good time.
He liked to smoke, I joined in too.
I thought he was the one, but he played me for a fool.
I should have seen it coming but I was naïve.
He wouldn’t go for my best friend, that’s what I believed.
Aaron fucked my best friend then he screwed me.
Aaron fucked my best friend then he screwed me.
Well, Aaron and I broke up but we still hooked up.
Stacy got invited to prom but then she got ditched.
Aaron was free, she wanted to go.
I didn’t care, but I still felt so low.
Aaron wanted Stace, it made me sick.
Another ex liked my friend, he’s such a dick!
Aaron fucked my best friend then he screwed me.
Aaron fucked my best friend then he screwed me.
Hush, lovely liars.
One drunken night,
You two had sex but had not put up a fight.
She said it was forced, you said no way.
All are stories to make you look better in anyway.
When we were fucking,
What was going through your head?
“I screwed with two; maybe I’ll get the third in bed”?
This has shaken me, but I’d rather not dwell.
I JUST HOPE YOU FUCKIN BURN IN HELL.
Aaron Thomas what a fucking cunt bag.
No more motor skills. He looks like a fag .
Your bong rips.
Your long hair.
What you do.
This song,
Hey Girl
Reminds me of you
Whenever
You say hi,
It’s five seconds too late.
Its cause your always baked.
Now your motor skills have dulled.