Sunday, February 11, 2007
♥In my aching heads I got my kisses slipped.
Chatting with lovely
(A).
Don't worry dear, I'll keep my promise man! <3
I'll make you this vow, and promise you now. Until forever, I'll never stop loving you.Smelly ass, he hasn't bathed.
Awww, I miss him
damn bad )=
17hours more to seeing him, baby.
That would seriously kill me man.
Stuck at my uncle's place again.
Gotta do something to my face later )=
Imagine needles poking your face, yucks! )=
And, I can finally sms! (=
Finally the new month is here, another 1000sms!
But still gotta save up money for the previous month's bill.
Exceeded 300plus man. Money with wings.
Talked with (A) on the phone last night for more than 4hours?
Till his house phone battery's flat. Haha! Sorry aye? (=
Thankfully my mum didn't know, if not she would have given me hell.
He's still in his bath, can't guys like bathe faster?
Miss you baby! <3
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed, In my aching heads I got my kisses slipped. Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said, I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back. It's true - romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head. And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your friend, Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break. It was never about the songs, it was competition, Make the biggest scene, make the biggest... Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashioned, we're last chances. Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashioned, we're last chances. I'm casualty-obsessed and I've forgiven death, I am indifferent yet (I'm a sorrow wreck), I'm every cliche, but I simply do it best. And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your friend, Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break. It was never about the songs, it was competition, Make the biggest scene, make the biggest... Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashioned, we're last chances. Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashioned, we're last chances. I went to sleep a poet, and I woke up a fraud, To calm your nerves I'm feeling for my clothes in the dark. Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashioned, we're last chances. Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashioned, we're last chances. Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashioned, we're last chances.
Yours Sincerely,
12:34 PM
