Feb 01, 2006 10:27
Things seem to be consistently bad. I'm stressing about everything. Although Chris isn't helping the situation. Nick went online last night to check his myspace. He went to Chris' profile and he had a new comment again. This time it reads "How's everything with you and your girl?" It really hurt reading that. I'm not completely stupid. In the back of my mind, I suppose I kind of knew that he had moved on with that girl Roxxie. However, it's different when you have to see something like that. What I had once thought is no longer an assumption, but instead fact. Everything he told me was a lie. It's hard coming to terms with that. I suppose it's safe to say that this is the conclusion of the Chris and Dayna situation. For now, I shall get back to doing my linear perspective drawing for my art class which is due tomorrow. I'm fuckin depressed...
"The Ghost Of A Good Thing"
-Dashboard Confessional
I guess it’s luck, but it’s the same
Hard luck, you’ve been trying to tame
Maybe it’s love, but it’s like you said
“Love is like a role that we play.”
But, I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But, I believe in you so much
I could die from the words that you say
But, you’re chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away from you again
While you’re chasin’ ghosts
I guess it’s luck, but it’s the same
Hard luck, you’ve been trying to tame
Maybe it’s love, but it’s like you said
“Love is like a role that we play.”
But, I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But, I believe in you so much
I could die from the words that you say
But, you’re chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away from you again
While you’re chasin’ ghosts
Just bend the pieces ‘till they fit
Like they were made for it
But, they weren’t meant for this
No, they weren’t meant for this
Just bend the pieces ‘till they fit
Like they were made for it
But, they weren’t meant for this
Chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away, away, away, away from you again
Chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away from you again
While you’re chasin’ ghosts