Change
The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
آپ weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,
I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that آپ were such a jerk?
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you
In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this quite silly song.
What am I to say?
I really didn’t think it would end this way
At the time I believed that آپ would show
But after half an گھنٹہ I really had to go
And if I see آپ again
I would not smile
In fact I think I’d cry for a while
And so I say goodbye to آپ
Knowing, آپ feel the same way too.
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I refuse to sit around, cry and wait for you
The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
آپ weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,
I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that آپ were such a jerk?
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you
In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this quite silly song.
What am I to say?
I really didn’t think it would end this way
At the time I believed that آپ would show
But after half an گھنٹہ I really had to go
And if I see آپ again
I would not smile
In fact I think I’d cry for a while
And so I say goodbye to آپ
Knowing, آپ feel the same way too.
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I refuse to sit around, cry and wait for you
im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what آپ say,
what آپ do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how آپ talk to me,
how آپ treat me,
what آپ think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what آپ say,
what آپ do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how آپ talk to me,
how آپ treat me,
what آپ think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.
i cant take any more
of these drugs.
the poison,
attacking at my veins,
آگ کے, آگ spreading through,
cant breathe.
but i need these,
and i must feel this
in order to get better.
no matter what it takes,
i have to get over you.
and even if this is
the most irrational way
to get over you,
i still intend on doing this.
i dont care how many needles
i must pierce through my arms,
how many seizures i must suffer through,
whatever it takes.
im going to do my best
to forget آپ even exist.
i dont care how much cocaine i snuff,
how many pills i take,
how many cuts
slice through my skin,
یا even if i end up
killing myself in the process.
i would be so lucky.
so,whatever it takes
to get over you
is the extreme
im going to have to
accomplish.
i dont care if i live,
i dont care if i die,
i dont care if all of this
is even real یا not.
im just going to do
whatever it takes
to get آپ out of my mind.
even if i die...
of these drugs.
the poison,
attacking at my veins,
آگ کے, آگ spreading through,
cant breathe.
but i need these,
and i must feel this
in order to get better.
no matter what it takes,
i have to get over you.
and even if this is
the most irrational way
to get over you,
i still intend on doing this.
i dont care how many needles
i must pierce through my arms,
how many seizures i must suffer through,
whatever it takes.
im going to do my best
to forget آپ even exist.
i dont care how much cocaine i snuff,
how many pills i take,
how many cuts
slice through my skin,
یا even if i end up
killing myself in the process.
i would be so lucky.
so,whatever it takes
to get over you
is the extreme
im going to have to
accomplish.
i dont care if i live,
i dont care if i die,
i dont care if all of this
is even real یا not.
im just going to do
whatever it takes
to get آپ out of my mind.
even if i die...
Once upon a time There was a girl named Abby. She loved to talk. Her teachers eventually stopped calling on her.
One day, she talked during a آگ کے, آگ while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the تلاش for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang چرا لیا, چوری کی five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.
Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.
So she was ہوم schooled.
But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they lost their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.
So they duct-taped her mouth shut.
THE END
One day, she talked during a آگ کے, آگ while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the تلاش for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang چرا لیا, چوری کی five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.
Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.
So she was ہوم schooled.
But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they lost their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.
So they duct-taped her mouth shut.
THE END
As I grow to think about it مزید and more, and understand it مزید and more, I see that, as the saying goes, life is like a game of chess. But I have made my own saying up, which seems مزید true to me. Life is like a venture into the unknown. آپ never know what might await آپ next, مزید dangers, یا even happy successes. But one thing is for certain, آپ cannot always be happy, یا always be depressed. Life is like a mountain. آپ climb it, face all the challenges life brings you. آپ dump and break up, آپ win and make up. Things happen. آپ can't control it most of the time. So never blame yourself for bad things that happened to آپ in life. Life gets confusing a lot. But I still strive to reach my goals. Without goals, I would be like a broken-winged bird that could not fly. I would be aimless. I would not become better, build my character. Life is like a venture into the unknown, and I believe that to be true. So true.
I know I asked for too much before
I know I deserved for آپ to walk out the door
But آپ didn’t need to give it away
I promise آپ I’ll give it a try
آپ don’t have to buy my love
آپ don’t need to give so much
I know I asked for a lot, never seemed satisfied
The word want makes me needy
Cause آپ don’t have to buy my love
Wants have become a trigger
I’ll put your white string around my finger
Shouldn’t have asked
I never should’ve asked
آپ shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope آپ finally see
That wanting from آپ makes me feel
آپ shouldn’t buy my love
I know I deserved for آپ to walk out the door
But آپ didn’t need to give it away
I promise آپ I’ll give it a try
آپ don’t have to buy my love
آپ don’t need to give so much
I know I asked for a lot, never seemed satisfied
The word want makes me needy
Cause آپ don’t have to buy my love
Wants have become a trigger
I’ll put your white string around my finger
Shouldn’t have asked
I never should’ve asked
آپ shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope آپ finally see
That wanting from آپ makes me feel
آپ shouldn’t buy my love
