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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:33 pm
by PolkadotConfederation
Jo_16_2 wrote:kassia, did you left a voicemail?
Not yet. I'm waiting till the show starts. I'll leave one whenever there's a break in class.
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:33 pm
by Jo_16_2
PolkadotConfederation wrote:Jo_16_2 wrote:i'm going to take care of stuff, i might be or might not be on for fob life.
Don't be mad at me!!!
i'm not mad at you

Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:33 pm
by Jo_16_2
PolkadotConfederation wrote:Jo_16_2 wrote:kassia, did you left a voicemail?
Not yet. I'm waiting till the show starts. I'll leave one whenever there's a break in class.
hmmm okay, then i'll might listen to it live.
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:36 pm
by Jo_16_2
if you're still around.... at what time does your class ends?
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:39 pm
by Jo_16_2
guess not... poof. *uses ninja move and vanishes*
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:40 pm
by Cloud_ax
Jo_16_2 wrote:guess not... poof. *uses ninja move and vanishes*

Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:03 pm
by Jo_16_2
She's a pretty girl
She's always falling down
And I think I just fell in love with her
But she will never remember, remember
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:04 pm
by Jo_16_2
And she said, I think we're running out of alcohol
Tonight I hate this f**king town
And all my best friends will be the death of me
And they won't ever remember, remember
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:07 pm
by Jo_16_2
The place I used to live, made me feel like a tourist
I couldn't coexist with the cold and suspicious
When the last remaining light was starting to filter
It seemed the perfect time to step into the future
Your heart is a grave to be perfectly honest
Your mouth's a smoking gun
And you smile while your twisting the knife in my stomach
Until everything is gone
Take all you can from me
I've got weak constitution
I'm led so easily
So easily
I left it all behind, in the dead of last winter
I left it all behind, but the question still lingers
So long forgotten friends, no, you don't know the difference
Between love and submission, and I'm not that obedient
Your heart is a grave, to be perfectly honest
Your mouth's a smoking gun
And you smile while your twisting the knife in my stomach
Until everything is gone
Take all you can from me
I've got weak constitution
I'm led so easily
So easily
And she's trying to sleep it off
With her head on my shoulder
And I'm trying to keep it out
Of my thoughts when I hold her (Take all you can from me)
And I'm trying to sleep it off
With her head on my shoulder (I'm led so easily)
And I'm trying to keep it out
Of my thoughts when I hold her
Your heart is a grave, to be perfectly honest
Your mouth's a smoking gun
And you smile while your twisting the knife in my stomach
Until everything is gone
Take all you can from me
I've got weak constitution
I'm led so easily
So easily
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:09 pm
by Cloud_ax
I guess it's cause and effect
Your heart and mine
The way that we connect
Keeps blowing my mind
There you go again
It never ends
What you do to me
That I have seen the light of day
Love is finally going my way
Is it too good to be true
Give me one more kiss
One more touch
Baby, I just can't get enough of you
This time, too good is true
All of a sudden
I'm not who I used to be
I had my heart locked
But you held the key
And you find a way, everyday
To show me even more
That I have seen the light of day
Love is finally going my way
Is it too good to be true
Give me one more kiss
One more touch
Baby, I just can't get enough of you
This time, too good is true
Some people say we're too good to be true
But they don't get to be loved by you
I have seen the light of day
Love is finally going my way
Is it too good to be true
Give me one more kiss
One more touch
Baby, I just can't get enough of you
This time, too good is true
Oh, this time, too good is true
Yeah it is, yeah
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:25 pm
by Jo_16_2
ugh. *shoots himself*
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:27 pm
by Cloud_ax
Jo_16_2 wrote:ugh. *shoots himself*
bored?
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:27 pm
by Jo_16_2
a lot.
I listen to you cry
A cry for less attention
But both my hands are tied
And I'm pushed into the deep end
I listen to you talk but talk is cheap
And my mouth is filled with blood
From trying not to speak
So search for an excuse
And someone to believe you
In foreign dressing rooms
I'm empty with the need to
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:30 pm
by Cloud_ax
me too
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:31 pm
by PolkadotConfederation
I LIKE SHORT SHORTS!!!!
w00t.