Sunday, January 28, 2007
To you my perceptive readers, I bequeath you my heart. My mind. My soul. My everything.
So just leave me at the sidewalks
As you go on with your life
Send me torn up postcards
To say that you're doing fine
Empty bottles of prozac
Lying scattered on the floor
I hope someday you'll hear this song
And maybe then you'd know
I just wanna wake up
(Wake up)
And find you next to me
Make up
(Make up)
I miss you terribly
Break up
(Break up)
Why is this happening?
Give up
(Give up)
I'm sick of pretending
I tried to call you up last night
But you said you weren't home
So i shared these conversations
With my mobile's dial tone
Take our pictures down
From the walls of my room
I hope someday you'll hear this song
And maybe then you'd know
I just wanna wake up
(Wake up)
And find you next to me
Make up
(Make up)
I miss you terribly
Break up
(Break up)
Why is this happening?
Give up
(Give up)
I'm sick of pretending
Wake up
(Wake up)
And find you next to me
Make up
(Make up)
I miss you terribly
Break up
(Break up)
Why is this happening?
Give up
(Give up)
I'm sick of pretending
That you never meant anything to me.
This will be my last post for this blog. I do not know what will happen from hereon. Thanks to all who took the time to read and tag on my board. Thanks.
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