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Im tired, No Im exhausted, I didnt really do too much today, school wasnt fun, it was just plain boring then, after school I called my father and he was still at his fucking office, so I had to wait 40 minutes to get picked up. I waited at Panera bread, and as soon as I sat down I basically passed out, I dont know I was hot and tired...and well yeah. When he picked me up We went and got new sheets for me, some new make-up, and I checked my work Schedule.
School sucked, I was exhausted most of the day, and I told Jenny and Erin that Jess and I were broken up, I hate being a pity case, it just pissed me off. And Mrs. Campbell more or less ignored me all day. Oh, well whatever. And Im seriously slacking in all my classes, of course Im still the best student with the highest grade in all of them.
I am using all my will power not to write Jesse and E-mail, I just really want contact, but, I really want him to make the first step, and everyone else seems to agree. And of course once I get over my missing Jess, Spooney calls and tells me about everything going on in IS so I got depressed about that.
My aunts in town, Im excited to see her, but we're all going to the Cider Mill tomorrow with my cousins and that might mean my other aunt will come the one who called me a bitch and told me how I was supposed to remember and respect my grandmothers memory. I havent spoken to her in over a month, well, whatever.
[I had to write lyrics to a "blues" song today in Humanities, I wrote it about Jess, of course everyone thinks its about drugs but...its not, and yes it is written :A,A,A,A: So it is supposed to rhyme]
What is it that you're waiting for?
No one is going to pick you up off the floor
What is it that you're waiting for?
What is it that you're waiting for?
Wasting your days waiting for the next score
When will you realize its not there anymore?
You spend all your time wanting more
But its not there, theres nothing there anymore
What is it that you're waiting for?
No one is going to pick you up off the floor
What is it that you're waiting for?
What is it that you're waiting for?
When you felt it, the feeling made you soar
But it was inevitable that you'd wind up looking at the floor
You'd try to pretend it dudnt happen, lock it away in your drawer
But you knew it would always come back for more.
What is it that you're waiting for?
No one is going to pick you up off the floor
What is it that you're waiting for?
What is it that you're waiting for?
You say you cant help it, that its seeped into your core
But I just cant believe that anymore
How could I? It doesnt even make you happy anymore
So, tell me, What are you waiting for?
What is it that you're waiting for?
No one is going to pick you up off the floor
What is it that you're waiting for?
What is it that you're waiting for?
What is it that you're waiting for?
No one is going to pick you up off the floor
What is it that you're waiting for?
What is it that you're waiting for?
(Damn this sucks, this is why Im not a musical artist. Its definetly a work in progress, too corny!)
School sucked, I was exhausted most of the day, and I told Jenny and Erin that Jess and I were broken up, I hate being a pity case, it just pissed me off. And Mrs. Campbell more or less ignored me all day. Oh, well whatever. And Im seriously slacking in all my classes, of course Im still the best student with the highest grade in all of them.
I am using all my will power not to write Jesse and E-mail, I just really want contact, but, I really want him to make the first step, and everyone else seems to agree. And of course once I get over my missing Jess, Spooney calls and tells me about everything going on in IS so I got depressed about that.
My aunts in town, Im excited to see her, but we're all going to the Cider Mill tomorrow with my cousins and that might mean my other aunt will come the one who called me a bitch and told me how I was supposed to remember and respect my grandmothers memory. I havent spoken to her in over a month, well, whatever.
[I had to write lyrics to a "blues" song today in Humanities, I wrote it about Jess, of course everyone thinks its about drugs but...its not, and yes it is written :A,A,A,A: So it is supposed to rhyme]
What is it that you're waiting for?
No one is going to pick you up off the floor
What is it that you're waiting for?
What is it that you're waiting for?
Wasting your days waiting for the next score
When will you realize its not there anymore?
You spend all your time wanting more
But its not there, theres nothing there anymore
What is it that you're waiting for?
No one is going to pick you up off the floor
What is it that you're waiting for?
What is it that you're waiting for?
When you felt it, the feeling made you soar
But it was inevitable that you'd wind up looking at the floor
You'd try to pretend it dudnt happen, lock it away in your drawer
But you knew it would always come back for more.
What is it that you're waiting for?
No one is going to pick you up off the floor
What is it that you're waiting for?
What is it that you're waiting for?
You say you cant help it, that its seeped into your core
But I just cant believe that anymore
How could I? It doesnt even make you happy anymore
So, tell me, What are you waiting for?
What is it that you're waiting for?
No one is going to pick you up off the floor
What is it that you're waiting for?
What is it that you're waiting for?
What is it that you're waiting for?
No one is going to pick you up off the floor
What is it that you're waiting for?
What is it that you're waiting for?
(Damn this sucks, this is why Im not a musical artist. Its definetly a work in progress, too corny!)