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I feel like, those little 13 year old girls who have a boyfriend for the first time in their lives, thats how giddy he makes me. Although other parts in our relationship isn't like most 13 year olds. I hope so anyways HAHA. I'm really happy with him though, I can be myself around him, not worry of what he thinks of me because I know that its just fine. and he accepts it. As for Ashton. Jen told me something that I wasn't exactly pleased with. and I can't help the fact that I feel like 99% of it is my fault. I've been far too much of a bitch to certain people it really needs to stop. I'm going to visit Ashton soon though. Lena. When the fuck is that girl getting home from New York. shes gotta tell me so she can come chill on my bus with Jeff, Chuck, Pierre, Ben, and I. God I have like Most of simple plan on my bus. Isn't that a riot? wee! Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep, this air is blessed, you share with me. This night is wild, so calm and dull, these hearts they race, from self control. Your legs are smooth, as they graze mine, we're doing fine, we're doing nothing at all. My hopes are so high, that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer. The words are hushed lets not get busted; just lay entwined here, undiscovered. Safe in here, from all the stupid questions. "hey did you get some?" Man, that is so dumb. Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear... so we can get some. My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer. Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember, I'll always remember the sound of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late and this walk that we shared together. The streets were wet and the gate was locked so I jumped it, and let you in. And you stood at the door with your hands on my waist and you kissed me like you meant it. And I knew that you meant it, that you meant it, that you meant it, and I knew, that you meant it, that you meant it.. Don't worry about me, I'm gonna make it alright Got my enemies crossed out in my sight I take a bad situation gonna make it right In the shadows of darkness I stand in the light You see it's our style to keep it true I've had a bad year, a lot to go through I've been knocked out, beat down, black and blue If I fall back down, you're gonna help me back up again If I fall back down, you're gonna be my friend It takes disaster to learn a lesson You're gonna make it through the darkest night Some people betray one and cause treason We're gonna make everything alright Well the worst of times, now, they don't phase me Even if I look and act really crazy I went way down, Now my vision is no longer hazy I'm very lucky to have my crew They stood by me when I've been knocked out, beat down, black and blue If I fall back down, you're gonna help me back up again If I fall back down, you're gonna be my friend Can't pretend that you're nothing special You've got to look at all of your options You can't decide what to go for When it's all about trust (it's all about trust) You see your self on the TV You read your magazines You can't explain how it's come to be this Stop and think. When it's all about trust (it's all about trust) This coverage your centre spread Your neon light daydream will shatter and break And if you think I'm thinking of your value here You're the one who's losing control This eventual stop this, break in the mold I scream down this hotline just to feel something This situation, isn't getting any better I see that look in your eyes You want to see a pretty face There isn't anything wrong with giving up And for what it's worth, I still hate you. yes i copied you somewhat justin. so! =] Post a comment in response: |
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