crammaholic.

Dec 06, 2005 22:51

Santa Monica
by Theory Of A Deadman

She fills my bed with gasoline
You think I wouldn't notice
Her mind's made up
Her love is gone
I think someone's trying to show us a sign
That even if we thought it would last
The moment would pass
My bones will break and my heart would give

And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
And I remember the day you told me it's over

It hurts to breathe
Well every time that you're not next to me
Her mind's made up
The girl is gone
And now I'm forced to see
I think I'm on my way
Oh, it hurts to live today
Oh and she says "Don't you wish you were dead like me?"

And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
And I remember the day you told me it's over

I wanted more than this
I needed more than this
I could use of more than this
But it just won't stop
It just won't go away

I needed more than this
I wanted more than this
I asked for more than this
But it just won't stop
It just won't go away

And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
And I remember the time when you left it all behind
And I remember the day you told me it's over

And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
Yeah, I remember the day you told me it's over.

Yes, and while I'm doing this, I should really doing my history homework which is just about due the day after tomorrow. So you see how I'm fretting here. Thing is, I have no idea how to do this. I can't write in a diary without accidentally missing a fact of that time period. It's actually harder than it seems. It seems like its easy because we were only required to write 500 words in total of all the diary entries. However, for more talkative people like me, I tend to babble on too much about what they ate for lunch and not enough about the war, therefore finding hard, no extremely hard to keep within the word limit. Another thing, is that I don't even know if that is the minimum number of words. That's my problem.

BUt you know what? I'll just go ahead and write all my jibberish down. I'd still get an 80%, since I still have the same teacher as last term. Figures.

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