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| Bitterest love song verse 1 I deal with this shit everyday another chance 4 u 2 let me down fall all over me once again would u pick me up from this ground? and go ahead..put me down,make me cry uh huh but do u like it when i smile? well,I don't care,im not here to impress u anymore the more i hurt the less u care gotta problem? there's the door so come inside...my sugar walls chorus 2 and when are u ever gonna care? by the time u do,i won't be there and if u can't live without me i won't really care i learned from the best, cuz im just like you... ooo hooo uh huh just like u ooo hoo uh huh verse 2 how would u like 2 hurt me today? you always lie and cheat how about yesterday? today is more than a one night stand suck it up and be a man it's not my fault if that's too much to ask oohh uh huh do u like my eyes?,do they sparkle? well i know they do,so why don;'t u tell me? the more i talk the less u listein.... whisper in my ear and tell me that u love me chorus bridge: what makes u think u can hurt me like this some more? i'm tired,so make up your mind,...i may still love u but that doesn;t mean i want anything to do with u anymore.... so come inside my sugar walls ooohh hoo uh huh chorus written by [email protected] |
| Illusions Slip into my eyes And you will see What I see, It may disturb you What I see of me, I put on a shell, An illusion of another me That will never be, People tend to like it, People pretend to care, People like my illusions, Even though they aren't real, I hate my illusions, I hate being fake, But that is how I am accepted, Slip into my eyes And you will see What I see, It may disturb you What I see of me. written by [email protected] 3/16/01 Why am I here? I don't belong. My heart is empty,my soul is gone. My face is wet and salty. My cheeks are swollen and red. My thoughts are scattered on the bed. I am alone and in a cell. My life is a living hell. My mind is empty and I am so confused. Why do I feel so damn abused? My life is coming to an end. A winding road that never ends. I grow wearier as I round each bend. My chest is pounding and my tears spatter like blood. Why can't it be easy? Why must it be hard? If we are all equal then why are we born on different days and in different ways? As I stand upon this cliff I know that we are unjustly equal. This is all. So I must fly,I mustn't fall. written by natalie grace olsen [email protected] |