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{*its ok to be who you are,dont pretend to smile*} (morbidragdoll69) wrote,
@ 2004-01-18 21:22:00
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    Current mood: artistic
    Current music:Korn

    every time i see you, i fall even more in love with you
    i am bored. i finally figured out how to change my blurty!! im so happy!! tomorrow we have all these wierd people coming to work on our heater because its broken (CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?!? BROKEN!!! IM SOOOO COLD!!!AH!!!) so i get to sit at the computer all day because they have to go in my room....I DONT LIKE STRANGE MEN IN MY ROOM.....*grrrrrrrrrr* i wanted to go to the movies, but no one can go cause everyones parents work so now i get to sit here all day tomorrow..how fun. i went to red lobster today with my grandparents....mmmm...not fun. im still pissed at my mom!! she is being a fucking bitch!! god!! i just want to curl up and die....am i really insane? i dont know...maybe i am...well, i cant think of anything more to say to waste your time...


    best song ever...Korn-Dead Bodies Everywhere

    Come on, step inside, and you will realize.
    Tell me what you need, tell me what to be.
    What's your vision?
    You'll see, what do you expect of me?
    I cant live that lie.
    Hate!
    I sing my words
    I'm fucked at dealing,
    with your life
    dead bodies everywhere.
    You!
    Really want me to be a good son. Why?
    You make me feel like no one.
    Let me strip the plain, let me not give in.
    Free me of your life, inside my heart dies.
    Your dreams never achieved, don't lay that shit on me.
    Let me live my... life.
    Hate!
    I sing my words
    I'm fucked at dealing,
    with your life
    dead bodies everywhere.
    You!
    Really want me to be a good son. Why?
    You make me feel like no one.
    You want me to be, something I can never ever be!
    I sing my words
    I'm fucked at dealing,
    with your life
    dead bodies everywhere.
    You!
    Really want me to be a good son. Why?
    You make me feel like no one.
    Dead bodies everywhere!



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