Like a good book reads always question your country.
Such derision when you fled
They bruised your lank shins while you were down
Some kicked the crutches from under your arms
You are one sorry story
A lost cause from conceivment
Still I like you and your thinking mind
And it's like a good book reads.
Always question your country
There's knives in their blue eyes
So read up and turn off the telly
And say you do
Say you love us like i know you will
and that our deaths won't be in vain
or in the name of gasoline
You then displaced to Paris
Claiming your extra baggage
Mashing the fancy of your relatives
Nothing but tactfulness and peace
Outdoor resturants and coffee
Books under your arms insted of crutches.
The bombs ring
we all sing, "freedom at last!"
the bombs ring
children scream
Freedom at Last!
The bombs ring
we all sing, "freedom at last!"
the bombs ring
Freedom at last
---nightmare of you.
Today sucks.
Everything about it.
Jareds no longer in my study hall.
I have gym first period. I hate gym.
No more allee in the morning.
I pretty much have no friends in any
of my classes. I want to kill myself
at 6:30 am when i know i have to go to school.
My mom always fights with me in the morning.
Im so far behind in school work. But no one
can help me. My teachers just gave me all this
work. I dont fucking know how to do it. I still
have to take two exams. My teachers hate me.
dalfkhdaskfl.
It feels good to whine
in my livejournal.
But on a positive note:
Tonight im watching 24.
That makes me smiley.
And february is going to
be awesome.
*me and corys one year anniversary
(we want to celebrate it in boston)
*Snowball
(my first school dance w. cory)
*Feb break
(no schoooooool mmmm<3)
*Valentines day!
Yeah.
Idk. Whatever.
LIFEEEE.