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So Sick
Tuesday, July 18, 2006

So sick >> Ne-yo

Gotta change my answering machine
Now that Im alone
Cuz right now it says that we can't come to the phone
And I know it makes no sense
Cuz you walked out the door
But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore
Let's re-live your love
It's been months and for some reason
I just can't get over us
And Im stronger than this
Ain't nothing can talk
No more walkin round with my head down
Im so over being due, crying over you


I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said Im so sick of love songs, so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio


Gotta fix that calendar I have,that's marked September 29th
Because since there's no more you, there's no more anniversary
Im so fed up with my thoughts of you, and your memory
And how every song reminds me of what used to be
That's the reason


Oh leave me alone
Stupid love song don't make me think about his smile
Or having my first child
And let it go, turning off the radio


Adapted lyrics into my own thoughts. Why is it that we have not reached the end of the burning bridge, but I already feel like singing this song.

it's Tuesday, July 18, 2006 now


scatter the petals





runaway doll
this.is.my.forlorn.book.of.spilled.crimson. Athena
generation scorpio 1986
dreaded smugger undergrad
hymms: lisa ono/clazziquai/timbaland/mayday/F.I.R./fish leong
scriptures: virginia andrews//dogs//hollywood gossip//shopping at brick & mortar and clicking online
aisle: cafe with caramel and chocolate//savannah rhino pool//esplanade by the river
tea: cheesecake//donuts//ice-cream//bread pudding//brownies//crumble


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  • alvin
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