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Kayla Tingley (ohvivica) wrote,
@ 2005-06-21 21:06:00
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    Current mood: calm
    Current music:Hide your love away

    California
    I lost my heart on a Thursday, Friday I lost my soul and on Saturday I lost my mind. I felt the way every teenage girl feels, scared, not understanding herself. That sick, burning feeling I get everytime I think of my health. The worry I taste when I think of my future. I can look through the looking glass and I to be on the other side because I can hardly breathe when you look at me and I make myself sick. So I paint on my cherry red lips and find myself wearing your clothes, and I find myself falling in love, but its not what I thought it would be. So I paint on my cherry red lips, and find myself thinking of you, and I find myself falling in love, but it could just be your green eyes. I lost my mind on a Sunday, draining my life away. Breaking a heart, whispering a melody. Staring into your cigarette smoke. Oh I guess this just leaves you and me and I’m falling deeper then I ever thought I could be. When you call me beautiful, you make me laugh. I want to hold you; I want to make everything all right. And I feel you’re so much better than me, but everytime we’re alone and you’re sipping your coffee and smoking your cigarette, I can listen to your heart, jumping at every beat. An inside joke on the outside, The liquor that you need. Petty persuasion, the pitiful hope. I paint over my chapped sore lips, sore from kissing you, I paint on my cherry red lips, and I find myself fighting the flu, I find myself falling in love, and its not what I thought it would be. I’m watching you need me, I’m catching your fall, I’m holding my breath, I’m wishing you were here, I’m watching you need me. I paint on my cherry red lips, I paint on my cherry red lips, I paint over my chapped sore lips, and I’m sitting here alone. Cold of the night I find myself falling in love and its everything I thought it would be.

    That's so amazing, it's almost exactly what I'm going through and I love it. I love you Tasha



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