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Its Only Life - Kate Voegele
Monday, May 29, 2006
i dun feel good days

days hafnt been nice nowadaes
i dun like hw i keep wakin up on the wrng side of bed
i dun like d fact hw i keep lie ing to myself evryday
i dun like d fact hw i dun wana show hw distraught ive been feelin
and i dun like the fact hw i sound happy jus so evryone around me culd be happy fer me
jus for me
i dun like feelin hw home starts to feel bad
how home grews a smell of stale mushroom
and also d alcohol burnt by fire
im never alive to keep of tyngs
im never alive to be heavy of my dreams
i never feel good of d wae ive been

werk was fine
i haf blisters
on my legs
it hurts lah
sumtyns wrng
hw cum i feel heavy
i cant figure out sumtyn
hw cn i tell peple ward it is
i feel liek cryin
but i culdnt
i rather laugh my sorrows away
but den
ward sorrows
sumtyns weird
and funny
hw cn i tell sumone bout it
hmmmm


ima go sleep
2marows a brand new day
hopin ill wake up at d right side of bed



weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


will yu be the one who will sing
"yu look wnderful tonyte"
evry nyte
evry day
evry time

who?
again
duna sk me who
cz i godamn dunoe lah deyyy

hehhehe
im insane


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