charmarba

Here's the way I think of you You're a coward who wasn't true And you're the one I loved with all my heart Here's the way you think of me I'm stupid, young, and so naive And I'm the one with whom you couldn't part I'm the just-in-case girl Because you might not win The just-in-case girl The cause of all your sin And you know it makes me sick that I give in I want you to like my pretty blonde hair And I want you to see me everywhere Because I want you empty from the inside out Because I want you to feel the way that I feel now You hollowed me out so that you could feel whole It wasn't enough to have one to hold You had to make

Disappearing seems easier than facing this now Everything I do right seems to turn up wrong somehow For each thing I'm proud of, a thousand mistakes And I try so hard; they just can't be erased This ain't a cop out, but damn ... it's my life And wouldn't it be nice to run away sometimes? It'd be nice not to care how I looked in your eyes Maybe I'll just give it time, give it time I'm trying my best to be plain while I'm vague Because I know if I don't, you'll just twist what I say I guess, writing songs, that's a risk that I take Putting my inner most thoughts on display And this ain't a cop out, but damn ... it's my life And wou

I'm hanging my laundry on the line Some of it's dirty; some of it's white See what you want and you'll be fine, my dear Yes, you'll be fine I'm probably not the girl of your dreams But I want you to know that I want to be And I can see that you're broken just like me Yes, just like me So take my heart and use it It's broken anyway What would I use a broken heart for? Take it away Take my love and abuse it I won't say anything It's better to love and lose it If it means I'll hear you say ... you care I'm hanging my laundry out to dry I used to think things were black and white But you've seen me laugh and you've seen me cry i

there once was a tree named bernard who grew up in somebody's yard he was so tall and green but was chopped to smitherines he ended up as my guitar

the blog is good the blog is great i want a waffle on my plate if you are happy or are blue the blog is always there for you if you simply need a break the blog, your study time, can take if you're a slacker and you know it the blog is there to help you show it if you're a sexy lad or lass post pictures of your sexy ass! talk about your hopes and dreams or all your naughty, naughty schemes you can post for the world to see or make it a secret diary or if you want your friends to read but no one else; you can, you see! you can also make a list of certain people to look at it the possiblities never end so make a blo

Love is a rose which bears a thorn you can't see until it's gone And, after all is said and done, the memory still lives on Memories of when it blossomed and flourished in the light Memories of how it used to make things seem so right How beautiful, how fair and precious, glorious and pure Now it seems a disappointment for it is no more That perfect rose has reached its peak and now begins to wilt The emotions no longer promising, and time just stands so still It shrivels up and withers; petals fallen to the floor That rose will never be the same as it ever was before Love is a rose so frail and fragile; then when it's torn apart A

waste my time or make my day i'll still throw it all away cause in the end it comes down to my fear of being drawn to you and if you, by some chance, did say you cared in a romantic way i'd be exstatic, then i'd freak overjoyed and still so weak i wouldn't know the words to say for fear of pushing you away i'd go too far to make you see i'm sure i'd give you all of me "this is what i want," i'd say if you looked into my eyes that way i'd look at you with such regret caught up inside the trap i'd set so waste my time or make my day i'll still throw it all away

stupid girl with eyes of blue or are they grey or green ... whatever the freak they look like to you here i am again i ignore the things i need to face that's just how i deal can't delete the past and can't erase the stupid things i feel my list of things to do; it grows i'm overwhelmed in life i'm in too deep and yes i know i cause it every time a paper that i should have written a couple days ago a song i should have memorized will affect how my music lesson will go a man i should have never touched i did; 8 months ago i still can't get over it the healing comes too slow so i just try to move along but i do not know how

I answer the phone an unexpected voice speaks I want to hang up