There's something strange happening to my brain cells.

In other words (though not necessarily better words)

I'm fucking confused.

Should've Said No

It's strange to think the songs we used to sing
The smiles, the flowers, everything: is gone
Yesterday I found out about you
Even now just looking at you: feels wrong
You say that you'd take it all back, given one chance
It was a moment of weakness and you said yes...

[Chorus:]

You should've said no, you should've gone home
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If I could kill everyone who engaged in drama on a daily basis (assuming, of course, it was legal to kill people) I would. I hate drama. More than I hate your mother.

Fin.

I'm confused.

If life were easy, then I guess we wouldn't have anything interesting to talk about... but sometimes, just for a moment - a day - I wish life could go the way I want it to. No worries, no doubts, no confusion. Nothing but certainty for what lies ahead. Wouldn't that be nice?

I think so.

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