close your eyes to see.

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30 June, 2006

Scream Fer Nuthing

Hey there. I didn't noe wad to write,, so here's a lyrics from FFTL. Btw, dis week's been cool. No bummers or shitz. And hey, I got my smile back. Hehekz. Yearh.
Rawk on..

Note To Self: / From First To Last

two roads split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions,
exaggerating the barrier between who i am
and who i want to be
i wanted to be that breath of fresh air,
when everything smelled so insincere,
but its taste still lingers in my mouth,
deceit has ways of sticking around,
when im ready to disappear,
vacation seems far from here

note to self: i miss you terribly,
this is what we call a tragedy,
come back to me, come back to me,
to me
note to self: i miss you terribly,
this is what we call a tradedy,
come back to me, come back to me,
to me

i can feel my mind wandering again,
into where i dont know,
and will i ever get home?
time starts moving,
faster than i can,
im sick of this scene,
i need to break the routine

i can feel my mind wandering again,
into where i don't know,
and will i ever get home?
time starts moving ,
faster than i can,
i'm sick of this scene,
i need to break the routine

two roads split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions,
exaggerating the barrier between who i am
and who i want to be
which part of me is lost?
i feel so close,
and yet i am so far
which part of me is lost?
i feel so close,
and yet i am so farrrrrrrr..

reminisced;
- 7:50 PM