well,life in sch has juz taken a dip for the worst,and aso is my life,lyk now dun really want to go to sch as alot of stuff happen,lyk suspended frm duties...very sian cus lyk if i say i'm not sad over it is lyk impossible but then i know i deserve it,but then lyk...haix can't really write it out but thn juz got other matter...then juz lyk 'cold war' wit her 2day over someting she wrote on a msg,well,i admit at that time i didn't really tink much b4 i reply her,dats my fault,but then after apologising to her dun work,i dun wat will,haix mayb the word 'sry' has been used too many ting in this relationship...duno wat to do,then cca got a sir leavin,well still ok la,cus lyk a end of someting is the start of another ting,so mayb its a good ting....well bck to her..duno wat i should do,wanted to share my problems wit her 2nite but i guess...haix it impossible now,mayb i juz nid some time alone,juz me and myself,though i really wish she could be beside me now...well,mayb i juz nid to cool down..after all tis tings...haix...after all tis that happen,i tink nth can take me down anymore,after i offline msn i guess i goin to sleep,then tmr then study geog...very sian...tinkin of doin stupid stuff,but then tink again,not really worth it,i still got a long way to go,I'M NOT LETTIN TIS TAKIN ME DOWN!!!!but then i'm still troubled...
All Too Well I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, But something 'bout it felt like home somehow. And I left my scarf there at your sister's house, And you still got it in your drawer even now. Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze. We're singing in the car, getting lost Upstate. Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, And I can picture it after all these days. And I know it's long gone, And that magic's not here no more, And I might be okay, But I'm not fine at all. 'Cause there we are again on that little town street. You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over me. Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well. Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red. You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-size bed And your mother's telling stories about you on a tee ball team You tell me 'bout your past, thinking your future was me. And I know it's long gone And there wa...
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