'cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays.
The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away,
And it was then I realize the conscience never fades.
When you're young you have this image of your life:
That you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.
And you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross,
And if you happen to you wake completely lost.
But I will fight for you, be sure that
I will fight until we're the special two once again.
And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together,
Our hands will not be taught to hold another's,
When we're the special two.
And we could only see each other, we'll bleed together,
These arms will not be taught to need another,
'Cause we were the special two.
I remember someone old once said to me:
"That lies will lock you up with truth the only key."
But I was comfortable and warm inside my shell,
And couldn't see this place would soon become my hell.
So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face?
Well I guess the answer is don't do it in the first place.
I know I'm not deserving of your trust from you right now,
But if by chance you change your mind you know I will not let you down
'cause we were the special two, and we'll be again.
And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together,
Our hands will not be taught to hold another's,
When we're the special two.
And we can only see each other we'll breathe together,
These arms will not be taught to need another...
'cause we're the special two.
I step outside my mind's eye's for a minute.
And I look over me like a doctor looking for disease,
Or something that could ease the pain.
But nothing cures the hurt you, you bring on by yourself,
Just remembering, just remembering how we were...
When we would only need each other, we'd bleed together,
Our hands would not be taught to hold another's,
We were the special two.And we could only see each other, we'd bleed together,
These arms would not be taught to need another,
'Cause we're the special two.
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BELINDA
ni hao! I am currently gay 15. I was conceived by the biological phenomenom called sex, where sperm and egg fuse to become zygote, then embryo, then foetus. And that's how I came into this God-forsaken world on the 29th November 1991. Please understand the implications of acknowledging my birthdate because boxes with ribbons ARE expected.
I would love you but I don't know you so I don't. If I had any life at all, it'd be called drama because that's all I want it to be. Also, if I had to choose 4 colours, they'd be purple, orange, red and green.I love shopping, as would any normal girl. If you feel like you don't fit into that category, don't feel bad because sometimes being abnormal can be quite a compliment. Give me flowers and I promise I will jump with joy. If you are praying for a kiss, pray harder. You've got a long way to go. I love Max Brenner's chocolate. period. But for my daily dose of sugar, I wouldn't mind Jellybeans. Can't say they're not one of my favourites.
I adore DIM SUM. If they were man, I'd date them. They're hot, literally. Rum and Raisin flavoured ice cream can't get any better than it already is. (well, it depends. some restaurants seriously need to work really hard)
I LOVE SPONGEBOB. DON'T tell me it's an immature obsession. You've just stated the obvious. I'll get over it. Soon enough at least.
I don't know why you're still reading my crap. You must really like me.
if you could smell me from where you are, you'd probably smell CK be. (that's if it's not still sitting on the shelves in the store, all lonely... and sad.) -hint hint.
LaSalle. LaSalle. LaSalle. LaSalle. LaSalle. need i say more?
I want to learn how to ballroom dance, bartend, fence and be multi-lingual. German and French are toppers on my list of want-to-learns.
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go on, try to seduce me
THEN AGAIN♥
Oh, and let me remind you that this is MY blog. and since it's mine, I write whatever I want. If you're not happy for some reason (or for no reason at all), go away. Don't start a verbal war on my tagboard telling me how much you hate my guts, as if I would actually give a shit about you and your fucking comments. Potty mouthed or not potty mouthed, spare me your toilet paper or so help me I'll stuff it up you ass. You're welcome
Thursday, May 24, 2007
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10:24 PM
I've hardly been outside my room in days,
'cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays.
The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away,
And it was then I realize the conscience never fades.
When you're young you have this image of your life:
That you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.
And you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross,
And if you happen to you wake completely lost.
But I will fight for you, be sure that
I will fight until we're the special two once again.
And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together,
Our hands will not be taught to hold another's,
When we're the special two.
And we could only see each other, we'll bleed together,
These arms will not be taught to need another,
'Cause we were the special two.
I remember someone old once said to me:
"That lies will lock you up with truth the only key."
But I was comfortable and warm inside my shell,
And couldn't see this place would soon become my hell.
So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face?
Well I guess the answer is don't do it in the first place.
I know I'm not deserving of your trust from you right now,
But if by chance you change your mind you know I will not let you down
'cause we were the special two, and we'll be again.
And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together,
Our hands will not be taught to hold another's,
When we're the special two.
And we can only see each other we'll breathe together,
These arms will not be taught to need another...
'cause we're the special two.
I step outside my mind's eye's for a minute.
And I look over me like a doctor looking for disease,
Or something that could ease the pain.
But nothing cures the hurt you, you bring on by yourself,
Just remembering, just remembering how we were...
When we would only need each other, we'd bleed together,
Our hands would not be taught to hold another's,
We were the special two.And we could only see each other, we'd bleed together,
BELINDA