your mommy, your daddy, your bald headed granny
e-mail my heart
It's been hours seems like days, since you went away,
And all I do is check the screen to see if you're ok.
You don't answer when I phone, guess you wanna be left alone.
So I'm sending my heart, my soul, and this is what I'll say:
[CHORUS]
I'm sorry, oh so sorry,
can't you give me one more chance to make it all up to you.
E-mail my heart and say our love will never die
and that I know you're out there and I know that you still care.
Email me back and say our love will stay alive.
Forever, Email my heart.
Whoa I can see you in my mind, coming on the line
And opening this letter that I've sent a hundred times.
Here's a picture of us two,
I look so good on you and can't you please forgive me
for the hurt I put you through.
[Repeat CHORUS]
I'm sorry, oh so sorry,
can't you give me one more chance to make it all up to (you).
E-mail my heart and say our love will never die
and that I know you're out there and I know that you still care
(I know that you still care...)
Email me back and say our love will stay alive
Forever (Won't ya say, Won't ya say) Forever, Forever Email my heart
ahahahaha
yeahso... i've pretty much forgotten how to write journal entries cause that's how much i suck
in related news (hint: that's a lie this is not related news) i love my new bike. and by love i mean i ride it and it almost kills me, but it endears me so much that i am not sure i can give it away. in conclusion: i can beat you in a race bitch... on my bike- i can beat you in a race while i am riding my bike and you are riding yours. but i cannot beat you in a wear a lowcut shirt, but not have to lean over and thus show off all your goodies" race. which is too bad because i used to be champion at that. i also will not be able to beat you in a "stop while going downhill" race because i suck at those too.
i like my new hair too. not as much as i like you though. <3
it's like the apocalypse in my house. we have a total of 9 kids in here, not including me, my older, & his friends (because we are good and quiet). that's the worst thing about kids, it's not only your kids you have to have it's like them and all their crazy-ass friends who you can't even yell at. shit nigga.
wrestling is the gayest thing in the world. but really gross gay. like really really gross.
i wish i could keep everyone locked up with me so that they would never hurt and they would never abandon me and so that everything would always be okay always. that's what i wish.- creepy much no?
what should i be for halloween? i'm thinking 1) rainbow brite- because she rocks so hard it almost makes me sick, but not quite so it's okay 2) a clown- so i can watch all the scene kids pretend to squirm (oooh i'm afraid of clowns, does that make me weird and unique and cool?) 3) anything with a rad wig- yeah, i like wigs 4) i don't know- and really i shouldn't care. why am i such a lameface? but i love the shins which makes me less gay and more awesome. yuss!
conclusions to be reached:
i rock.
the world is ending, but that's okay because there's really nothing to be done about it.
this is the second list within 2 paragraphs
i have money. i can buy cds. yes yes.
The Celibate Life
The dust from a four-day affair is now landing
All over the floor and your brown legs
The gold plated legs of my rival
Whose eyes had no reason to fall.
You led no celibate life no skirt while chemicals danced on your head.
You stole the keys to this ride and your fables are falling tonight.
Because of your struggle to make them.
Their taste for your past time is fading
Remember the girls in the middle are always the first to fall off.
You'll learn to live like a mouse,
Searching the cracks in the floor to remember
All the dregs in the crowd you barely recall
You led no celibate life no skirt while chemicals danced on your head.
You stole the keys to this ride and your fables are falling tonight.
i don't even care how lame lyrics posts are so there, plus it's not even a lyrics post per say, just there are lyrics within a post