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Been writing randomly.
If I cross my eyes, will my tears fall straight?
If I walk away, will it erase all my mistakes?
If I cross it out, will the writing go away?
If I wave a wand, will my life fade?
If I die tomorrow can I say I’ve lived?
Forever and always, wondering if
If the world is a stage, then where do I sit?
If it’s all a jigsaw, then where do I fit?
If I don’t understand, then do I fail?
If I don’t have a boat, then how can I sail?
If I die tomorrow, have I really lived?
Forever and always, wondering if
If I say goodbye, is that the end?
If I dream, does that mean it’s pretend?
If I lose hope, will I find it again?
If it’s not sunny, then will it rain?
If I die tomorrow, am I sure I’ve lived?
Forever and always, I’ll be wondering if
If I cry a river, will I sail away?
If I hang up the phone, is there nothing left to say?
If I cross my eyes, will my tears fall straight?
Will the rain fall…straight?
If I die tomorrow
I’ll be wondering if
Anyway, I AM THE BEST! *laughs* Dani bet that I couldn't fit into one of those small Pepsi fridges that they have at the gas station, and I totally did. She managed to fit in too, but she's smaller than me.
I guess I'll be seeing most of you at the party Cairn and Sharpay are having Wednesday. Although I doubt I'll be speaking to you, seeing as most of you will probably be with your boyfriend/girlfriend. Whatever, I don't think I'll be able to stay that long. Considering my current state of concussion. Even though the doctor says he's sure there's no long-term damage.
Whatever. Going to write some more. My guitar is also begging for me to play it, because I'm again, neglecting it.
If I cross my eyes, will my tears fall straight?
If I walk away, will it erase all my mistakes?
If I cross it out, will the writing go away?
If I wave a wand, will my life fade?
If I die tomorrow can I say I’ve lived?
Forever and always, wondering if
If the world is a stage, then where do I sit?
If it’s all a jigsaw, then where do I fit?
If I don’t understand, then do I fail?
If I don’t have a boat, then how can I sail?
If I die tomorrow, have I really lived?
Forever and always, wondering if
If I say goodbye, is that the end?
If I dream, does that mean it’s pretend?
If I lose hope, will I find it again?
If it’s not sunny, then will it rain?
If I die tomorrow, am I sure I’ve lived?
Forever and always, I’ll be wondering if
If I cry a river, will I sail away?
If I hang up the phone, is there nothing left to say?
If I cross my eyes, will my tears fall straight?
Will the rain fall…straight?
If I die tomorrow
I’ll be wondering if
Anyway, I AM THE BEST! *laughs* Dani bet that I couldn't fit into one of those small Pepsi fridges that they have at the gas station, and I totally did. She managed to fit in too, but she's smaller than me.
I guess I'll be seeing most of you at the party Cairn and Sharpay are having Wednesday. Although I doubt I'll be speaking to you, seeing as most of you will probably be with your boyfriend/girlfriend. Whatever, I don't think I'll be able to stay that long. Considering my current state of concussion. Even though the doctor says he's sure there's no long-term damage.
Whatever. Going to write some more. My guitar is also begging for me to play it, because I'm again, neglecting it.