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Monday, October 15th, 2001
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I am so boreddddd.. I have a list of who I like now (isn't that sad?) 1. Rick 2. Ian 3. Eric 4. David...
There's plenty more but I don't wanna name them.
Boys!! Ahh, its simple. I love too many people dammit!
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For some crazy reason these lyrics say a lot about me right now. I feel like this I guess. I'm stupid.. But this is that song To Be Free by Emiliana Torrini.
Once in a house, on a hill.. A boy got angry He broke into my heart.. For a day and a night I stayed beside him Until I had no hope So I came down the hill Of course I was hurt But then I started to think
It should hurt me to be free It's what i really need To pull myself together.. But if it's so good being free Would you mind telling me Why I don't know what to do with myself..
There's a park by the dock.. Where I hide from myself Drinking with this man He offered me a ciggarette And I accepted, Cuz it's been a very long time.. As it burned til the end I thought of the boy.. That no one could ever forget
Tt shouldn't hurt me to be free It's what i really need To pull myself together.. But if its so good being free Would you mind telling me Why I don't know what to do with myself To pull myself together..
But if it's so good being free Would you mind telling me Why I don't know what to do with myself...
To pull myself together..
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