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Tuesday, May 22, 2007
i am now living in a room comparable to a rubbish heap. and im LOVING IT!!!haha...oh well. choirs full day rehearsals are somehow less stressful than those 5 hour ones...maybe its lessons that drain me.i guess i knew it would come to this eventually.Do you know?
Do you know?
If birds flying south is a sign of changesAt least you can predict this every yearLove, you never know the minute it ends suddenlyI can’t get it to speakMaybe if I knew all the things it took to save usI could fix the pain that bleeds inside of meLook in your eyes to see something about meI’m standing on the edge And I don’t know what else to giveI flow through my act There's a question: Is she needed?And decide all the man I can ever beLooking at the last 3 years like I didI could never see us ending like thisSeeing your face no more on my pillowIs a scene that’s never ever happened to meBut after this episode I don’t seeYou could never tell the next thing life could beDo you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?Do you know how it feels?Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?Do you know how it feels?Do You KnowEnrique IglesiasInsomniacosorezan au revoir. ill always wish you well.