Monday, May 30, 2005
Dish of the Day: Push- matchbox twentyschool's good. only the whole day was FILLED with lectures. that sorta sucks, because the LTs are often too comfortable to help you concentrate. :S
i have no school tomorrow! and i'm really excited about spanish class. i'll just have to come waaay earlier so that i wont have to sit with francis.
*oh shucks. i SHALL NOT BE PREJUDICED against, erm, people.
this song is not a bad one. i didnt leave the lyrics here before, think it's a good time to do it. sorta speaks to me.
She said I don't know if I've ever been good enough.
I'm a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in,
And I don't know if I've ever been really loved,
By a hand that's touched me,
And I feel like something's gonna give,
And I'm a little bit angry.
Well, this ain't over, no, not here,
Not while I still need you around.
You don't owe me, we might change,
Yeah, we just might feel good.
I wanna push you around,
Well, I will,
Well, I will,
I wanna push you down,
Well, I will,
Well, I will,
I wanna take you for granted,
I wanna take you for granted,
Yeah, yeah, well, I will.
She said I don't know why you ever would lie to me,
Like I'm a little untrusting,
When I think that the truth is gonna hurt ya,
And I don't know why you couldn't just stay with me.
You couldn't stand to be near me,
When my face don't seem to want to shine,
'Cause it's a little bit dirty.
Well, don't just stand there, say nice things to me,
'Cause I've been cheated, I've been wronged,
And you, you don't know me,
Yeah, well, I can't change.
I won't do anything at all.
Oh, but don't bowl me over.
Just wait a minute, well, it kinda fell apart,
Things get so crazy, crazy.
Don't rush this baby, don't rush this baby, baby.
I blogged @ 9:14 PM
jasmine goh
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