fucking... fuck fuck fuck fuck
fuk fuk fuk fuk fuk fuk fuk fuk
phuck phuck phuck!!!!
im so tired.. im so tired of waiting to be loved by a boy, by my dad, by anyone... nothing i do will fix it... sometimes i wonder why i try.
i dont want him to do anything he doesnt want to but it seems like he doesnt want to do anything... i mean its not fair for me to compare my relationship with that of catherines or of joes... but still... i dont think it will work out because... i dont know.. maybe i went into it expecting too much...
fucking FUK PHUCK!!!!!!!!
god damned it.
maybe i wasnt meant for things like this...
i want to scream so loud i loose my voice... but i cant so i dont and all i do is keep quiet and cry inside.
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"There's A Fire"
Stop getting me off track.
I mean it, there's a problem here.
This time it is for real...
how can I make myself more clear?
I never say quite what I mean, and never mean quite what I say,
and how did that get out of me, and what the hell did I mean to
say?
This time it is for real.
This is a real emergency.
This time I swear it is the truth...
this must be dealt with urgently!
I never say quite what I mean, and never mean quite what I say,
and how did that get out of me, and what the hell did I mean to
say?
There's a fire. There's a fire.
I really mean it now,
this time I swear I have not lied.
This isn't like the last time...
I swear to God I have not lied!
I never say quite what I mean, and never mean quite what I say,
and how did that get out of me, and what the hell did I mean to
say?
There's a fire. There's a fire.