Jul 22, 2006 23:56
I HAD A BAD FRIDAY, EVEN THOUGH I SAW CHARLIE DANIELS.
I WENT OFF WITH TOM AND ADAM BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LIVE.
I DRANK A LOT MORE WHISKEY THAN I SHOULD HAVE, AND I EVEN TOOK ONE GOOD HIT OFF THE BONG, AND I WAS THE MOST GONE IVE EVER BEEN IN MY LIFE, EVER.
I STUMBLED INTO MY ROOM AT 6:00 THIS MORNIN AND LAYED ON MY BED, AND I HEARD THIS,' KRIS, THIS IS THE PART OF U THAT U HAVENT BEEN LISTENING TO, AND IT IS RIDICULOSE THAT U HAD TO GET FUCKED UP TO HEAR ME, BUT U HAVE GOT TO ACCEPT THAT U MIGHT NOT EVER BE WITH BETH AGAIN.
U HAVE GOT TO UNDERSTAND THAT IF IT DOSNT WORK ITS BECAUSE ITS NOT SUPPOSED TO,BUT U KNOW IN UR HEART WHAT U HAD, AND IF U DO EVERYTHING U POSSIBLY CAN TO HAVE HER, AND U STILL DONT GET HER THEN THERE ISNT ANY MORE U CAN DO, U HAVE NO CONTROL OVER HER.'
BETH IS RUNNIN FROM THE TRUTH, AND IT HURTS.
BETH THINKS ELI KNOWS HER BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE, BUT ELI DOSNT KNOW THAT SHE IS RUNNIN, SHE DOSNT KNOW HOW SHE REALLY FEELS.
BETHS RELATIONSHIP WONT LAST. I KNOW THIS BECAUSE ITS BEEN LIKE A WEEK SHES BEEN WITH HIM AND HES ALREADY LIEING TO HER. I CUT OFF ONE OF HIS DRUG SUPPLIES AND I KIND OF REGRET IT, I SHOULD HAVE LEFT IT ALONE AND LET HIM USE DRRUGS TO FUCK THE RELATIONSHIP UP BUT OH WELL.
IF ITS NOT MEANT TO BE THEN IT WONT WORK ANYWAY.
IM GONNA TALK TO BETH ONE MORE TIME.
ONCE MORE, EVEN THOUGH I KNOW SHE DOSNT WANT TO TALK TO ME. ONCE MORE I NEED TO HEAR HER VOICE AND ONCE MORE I NEED TO REMIND HER THAT I WILL BE HEAR.
MY FAVORITE CHARLIE DANIELS SONG
I been run down, i been lied to,
I don't know why i let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now she's with one of my goodtime buddies,
They're drinkin' in some crosstown bar.
Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.
My friends tell me, that i've been such a fool,
And i have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and i look at what you've
But nothin' seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And i can't run.
Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.
Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.