it was supposed to make sense, but then i just got frustrated so it's a mess of words.
Ooh, it's the most frustrating feeling.
I had you, you know. I had you. You had me. We had each other.
And you still have me, but I lost you.
You slid from my grip like when you're trying to catch a fish at one of those man-made jokes for a lake germ pool.
I'm getting off track.
I can't believe you. Conniving, really. But genius. Frustrating.
God. Something about you. It pisses me off.
It makes me so damn angry. I can't find the adjective to describe it. It's like... more than angry.
You distract me. All the time.
Like now. I should be studying but I decided instead to just write about you.
You. You're kind of adorable actually. I always go to the breezeway angry and upset with you and then I see you, smiling. Adorable.
Whenever I talk to one of your friends I always find it nearly impossible to not look at you. God. We're like magnets.
Well, you're like a really strong magnet and I'm one of those weak ones that gets pulled in to you. You. God. You.
You're... incredible.
No, you're not incredible.
You hurt me so badly. I can't believe you went for her.
A slap in the face, really. I'm embarrassed actually.
What did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve this?
You know I was nothing but good to you. I was never rude. For my standards I was pretty open and flirty and more or less easy.
But I'm not easy in slut terms. Maybe that's what you wanted.
Was that all you wanted? Ass? Really?
Cause I have trouble believing that.
No, really. Now this is really bothering me.
God I can't believe you.
This was supposed to be a piece of writing and now you and your damn... ways have got me all flustered and I'm a wreck and you are messing me up in every way you can.
You. I can't believe you.
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Written on 2008-11-19 at 04:14
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You. I can't believe you.
This feeling.Ooh, it's the most frustrating feeling.
I had you, you know. I had you. You had me. We had each other.
And you still have me, but I lost you.
You slid from my grip like when you're trying to catch a fish at one of those man-made jokes for a lake germ pool.
I'm getting off track.
I can't believe you. Conniving, really. But genius. Frustrating.
God. Something about you. It pisses me off.
It makes me so damn angry. I can't find the adjective to describe it. It's like... more than angry.
You distract me. All the time.
Like now. I should be studying but I decided instead to just write about you.
You. You're kind of adorable actually. I always go to the breezeway angry and upset with you and then I see you, smiling. Adorable.
Whenever I talk to one of your friends I always find it nearly impossible to not look at you. God. We're like magnets.
Well, you're like a really strong magnet and I'm one of those weak ones that gets pulled in to you. You. God. You.
You're... incredible.
No, you're not incredible.
You hurt me so badly. I can't believe you went for her.
A slap in the face, really. I'm embarrassed actually.
What did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve this?
You know I was nothing but good to you. I was never rude. For my standards I was pretty open and flirty and more or less easy.
But I'm not easy in slut terms. Maybe that's what you wanted.
Was that all you wanted? Ass? Really?
Cause I have trouble believing that.
No, really. Now this is really bothering me.
God I can't believe you.
This was supposed to be a piece of writing and now you and your damn... ways have got me all flustered and I'm a wreck and you are messing me up in every way you can.
You. I can't believe you.
Words by kgirard
Read 483 times
Written on 2008-11-19 at 04:14
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