| seriously....you need to change your password bethany...
Chad
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| dude...(or dude-et) you so need to change up your xanga! either that or just change your password...because i still remember it (this is chad btw) hahahahahahaha...well i was just on here checkin to see if you have written anything more...and i got on ur name because maybe i couldnt see some protected ones since i dont have a name anymore...but just lettin you know that i am still so so so sorry...
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| I can take the rain
On the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then
And I just let ‘em out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though goin’ on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again
I pretend I’m okay
But that’s not what gets me
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin’ so much to say
And watchin’ you walk away
And never knowin’
What could’ve been
And not seein’ that lovin’ you
Is what I was tryin’ to do
It’s hard to deal with the pain
Of losin’ you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ it
It’s hard to force that smile
When I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still harder gettin’ up, gettin’ dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade, give away
All the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin’ so much to say
And watchin’ you walk away
And never knowin’
What could’ve been
And not seein’ that lovin’ you
Is what I was tryin’ to do
Not seein’ that lovin’ you
That’s what I was trying to do |
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| FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
MY NIGGAS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.
FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
MY NIGGAS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!
FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.
MY NIGGAS: Would be sitting next to you sayin "DAMN!" we fucked up!
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
MY NIGGAS: Wont tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.
FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.
MY NIGGAS: Has you on speed dial.
FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
MY NIGGAS: Loses your shit and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."
FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.
MY NIGGAS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
MY NIGGAS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you
FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
MY NIGGAS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."
FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
MY NIGGAS: Already know not to tell.
FRIENDS: Are only through highschool/college. (aka: drinking buddies)
MY NIGGAS: Are for life.
FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you've had enough.
MY NIGGAS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place & say "Bitch drink the rest of that ! You know we don't waste!
FRIENDS: Would ignore this letter
MY NIGGAS: Will repost this shittttt!!! |
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