P.S: It pains me to realize I suck at writing rhymes. HAHAHA!
Saturday, September 29, 2007
It's practically 5 more nights of sleeping in that barrack. It's like home to me already. Sounds crazy and sick in a way. But it makes more sense when you practically stay in there like 3/4 of your week?
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There's something about you that makes me go jumpy and my heart race faster than road runner. Makes me blush and give me cold sweat.
There's something about you that makes me stutter, absent minded and dazed when you start to speak.
There's something about you that makes me wait a little longer to see if you're there, hoping you will.
There's something about you that makes me wonder everytime I speak to you.
There's just something about Mary.
City of Weirdos. 12:34 AM