pretty pictures in a magazine everybody is so make believe, it's true i used to be sad now i'm just bored with you you're doomed to repeat the past cause nothing is gonna last i burned all of your photographs
i told my mom about my conversation with jill last night well i told her today about what was said last night i asked if we were going to go back to texas for her father's funeral we can't they can't leave the restaraunt i can't leave again right before school or so they say this sucks and so the list keeps growing...
after today... i won't be lying in my own bed, planning my escape for hours i won't be running in the silence of the early hours from my house to yours i won't be throwing small rocks up at your window to catch your attention ... not for awhile, anyway