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Is today really happening, I mean was last night real?
I feel like I'm walking through fog today, that somebody is playing a joke on me. I don't know what I am doing...the only person that was keeping me grounded....
When I woke up this morning I forgot for a minute why I was sleeping on the couch. I keep expecting him to walk in the door any minute...to tell me he loves me and that everything is going to be ok....to hold me while I cry.....I keep expecting him to be here..........stupid me.
I feel like a ballon that a child let go of and is just floating along. What am I doing with my life, in the past 4 months I have totally fucked everything up. Things aren't as bad as they seem, but they keep getting worse, it's like quicksand, the more you struggle the deeper in you get. Where to go from here? I wanted to write, I need to write, but now that I am sitting down to do it nothing is coming out but garbled sentences and meaningless chatter...so I guess I'll give up for now....
She paints her nails and she don't know
He's got her best friend on the phone
She'll wash her hair,
His dirty clothes are all he gives to her
And he's got posters on the wall
Of all the girls he wished she was
And he means everything to her
Chorus:
Her boyfriend, he don't know
Anything about her
He's too stoned, Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
She's just the flavour of the week
It's friday night and she's all alone
He's a million miles away
She's dressed to kill
But the TV's on
He's connected to the sound
And he's got pictures on the wall
Of all the girls he's loved before
And she knows all his favourite songs
Yeah
Her boyfriend, he don't know
Anything about her
He's too stoned, he's too stoned
He's too stoned, he's too stoned
I feel like I'm walking through fog today, that somebody is playing a joke on me. I don't know what I am doing...the only person that was keeping me grounded....
When I woke up this morning I forgot for a minute why I was sleeping on the couch. I keep expecting him to walk in the door any minute...to tell me he loves me and that everything is going to be ok....to hold me while I cry.....I keep expecting him to be here..........stupid me.
I feel like a ballon that a child let go of and is just floating along. What am I doing with my life, in the past 4 months I have totally fucked everything up. Things aren't as bad as they seem, but they keep getting worse, it's like quicksand, the more you struggle the deeper in you get. Where to go from here? I wanted to write, I need to write, but now that I am sitting down to do it nothing is coming out but garbled sentences and meaningless chatter...so I guess I'll give up for now....
She paints her nails and she don't know
He's got her best friend on the phone
She'll wash her hair,
His dirty clothes are all he gives to her
And he's got posters on the wall
Of all the girls he wished she was
And he means everything to her
Chorus:
Her boyfriend, he don't know
Anything about her
He's too stoned, Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
She's just the flavour of the week
It's friday night and she's all alone
He's a million miles away
She's dressed to kill
But the TV's on
He's connected to the sound
And he's got pictures on the wall
Of all the girls he's loved before
And she knows all his favourite songs
Yeah
Her boyfriend, he don't know
Anything about her
He's too stoned, he's too stoned
He's too stoned, he's too stoned