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Sep 04, 2003 18:26

Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen ( Read more... )

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Another great commentary... anonymous September 7 2003, 19:00:13 UTC
Pay, I know I'm lacking with commentaries, therefore, I decided to write one now. Since you are still putting songs on your entries, I'm also going to put one on my little reply; but that comes later. Don't you just love the word commentary??? After we started doing those essays in English, I started to hate it. It always brings the idea of a thousand-word essay that I have to analyse a poem... Just terrible!!!
After this depressing thought, I think that it is time for some John... Bless him... (haha) Here it goes:

My Stupid Mouth

My stupid mouth,
Has got me in trouble.
I said too much again.
To a date over dinner yesterday
And I could see she was offended.
She said "well anyway..."
I'm just dying for a subject change.

Oh, another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget?
Mama said "think before speaking"
No filter in my head.
Oh, what's a boy to do?
I guess he better find one soon

We bit our lips. She looked out the window
Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper
I played a quick game of chess with the
Salt and pepper shaker.
And I could see clearly
An indelible line was drawn
Between what was good, what just
Slipped out and what went wrong.

Oh, the way she feels about me has changed.
Thanks for playing, try again.

How could I forget?

Mama said "think before speaking"
No filter in my head.
Oh, what's a boy to do?
I guess he better find one.

I'm never speaking up again. It only hurts me.
I'd rather be a mystery than she desert me.

Oh I'm never speaking up again.
Starting now
Starting now

One more thing.
Why is it my fault?
So maybe I try too hard
But it's all because of this desire
just wanna be liked, just wanna be funny.
Looks like the jokes on me
So call me captain backfire

Oh, another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget?
Mama said "think before speaking"
No filter in my head.
Oh, what's a boy to do?
I guess he better find one soon

I'm never speaking up again it only hurts me.
I'd rather be a mystery than she desert me.

Oh I'm never speaking up again
I'm never speaking up again
I'm never speaking up again
Starting now
Starting now

This is all for now!!!
-M@RS

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