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Small town homecoming queen

She's the star in this scene

There's no way to deny she's lovely

Perfect skin, perfect hair
Perfumed hearts everywhere
Tell myself that inside she's ugly
Maybe I'm just jealous
I can't help but hate her
Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her

She is the prom queen

I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader I'm sitting in the stands
She gets the top bunk I'm sleeping on the floor
She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door

Senior class president

She must be heaven sent
She was never the last one standing
A backseat debutaunt

Everything that you want

Never to harsh or too demanding
Maybe I'll admit it
I'm a little bitter
Everybody loves her but I just wanna hit her

She is the prom queen

I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader I'm sitting in the stands
She gets the top bunk I'm sleeping on the floor
She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door
Oh and I'm just the girl next door

I don't know why I'm feeling sorry for myself
I spend all my time wishing that I was someone else

saving jane_girl next door

Four years you think for sure
ThatÂ’s all you've got to endure
All the total dicks
All the stuck up chicks
So superficial, so immature
Then when you graduate
You take a look around and you say HEY WAIT
This is the same as where I just came from
I thought it was over
Aw thatÂ’s just great

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who‘s the best dressed and who‘s having sex,
Who‘s got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And you still donÂ’t have the right look
And you donÂ’t have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
High school never ends

Check out the popular kids
YouÂ’ll never guess what Jessica did
How did Mary Kate lose all that weight
And Katie had a baby so I guess TomÂ’s straight
And the only thing that matters
Is climbing up that social ladder
Still care about your hair and the car you drive
DoesnÂ’t matter if youÂ’re sixteen or thirty-five

Reese Witherspoon,
SheÂ’s the prom queen
Bill Gates,
Captain of the chess team
Jack Black, the clown
Brad Pitt, the quarterback
IÂ’ve seen it all before
I want my money back

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With whoÂ’s the best dressed and whoÂ’s having sex,
WhoÂ’s in the clubs and whoÂ’s on the drugs,
WhoÂ’s throwing up before they digest
And you still donÂ’t have the right look
And you donÂ’t have the right friends
And youÂ’re still listen to the same shit you did back then
High school never ends

High school never ends

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who‘s the best dressed and who‘s having sex,
Who‘s got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And I still donÂ’t have the right look
And I still have the same three friends
And IÂ’m pretty much the same as I was back then
High school never ends

High school never ends

High school never ends

Here we go again

bowling for soup_high school never ends

If I could tear you from the ceiling
And guarantee source divine
Rid you of possessions fleeting

Remain your funny valentine

DonÂ’t go and leave me

And please donÂ’t drive me blind
DonÂ’t go and leave me
And please don't drive me blind

If I could tear you from the ceiling
I know the best have tried
I'd fill your every breath with meaning

And find the place we both could hide

DonÂ’t go and leave me
And please donÂ’t drive me blind
DonÂ’t go and leave me
And please don't drive me blind

You donÂ’t believe me
But you do this every time
Please donÂ’t drive me blind
Please donÂ’t drive me blind

I know youÂ’re broken
I know youÂ’re broken
I know youÂ’re broken

If I could tear you from the ceiling

IÂ’d freeze us both in time

And find a brand new way of seeing
Your eyes forever glued to mine.

DonÂ’t go and leave me
And please donÂ’t drive me blind
DonÂ’t go and leave me
And please donÂ’t drive me blind
Please donÂ’t drive me blind
Please donÂ’t drive me blind
Please donÂ’t drive me blind
Please donÂ’t drive me blind

I know you're broken
I know you're broken
I know you're broken

placebo_blind

Honey why are you callin' me
so late
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why you cryin
Is everything ok
I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud

Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice
sayin my name
It sounds so sweet
Comin from the lips of an angel
Hearin those words
It makes me weak

And I
Never want to say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

It's funny that you're callin me tonight
And yes I've dreamt of you too
does he know you're talkin to me
will it start a fight
No, I don't think she has a clue

Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice
sayin my name
It sounds so sweet
Comin from the lips of an angel
Hearin those words
It makes me weak

And I
Never want to say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel


Honey why are you callin me so late?

hinder_lips of an angel

Now I'm trapped in this memory
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake
Slow to react
So, even though you're close to me
You're still so distant
And I can't bring you back
It's true
The way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if you're not with me
I'm with you
You
Now I see
Keeping everything inside

Linkin Park_with you




You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you

Franz Ferdinand_ auf achse





Who are you now. . .
...What do you do
At this very moment
When I think of you

No matter how I fight it, can't deny it
Just can't let you go

Though everything's been said and done...

Instead of moving on
I refuse to see
That I keep coming back
Yeah, I'm stuck in a moment
That wasn't meant to last (to last)

I've tried to fight it, can't deny it
You don't even know that

But still no word from you

BSB _ I still...




I think I'm drowning
Asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell
That you've created
You're something beautiful
A contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction

You will be the death of me
Yeah, you will be the death of me

Bury it, I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

Our time is running out
Our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out

I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted
Now that you know I'm trapped
Sense of elation
You'd never dream of
Breaking this fixation

You will squeeze the life out of me

How did it come to this

Yeah you, will suck the life out of me

Muse_time is running out

huhh.
huoh.
phuuh.
vetlblaksyja.

Miksi kaikki on niin vaikeaa?

Perjantaina oli niin hyva fiilis etta pystyn mihin vaan ja tanaan ihan mitaansanomaton. Tiedan kylla mista se johtuu.
Perjantai oli paras paiva pitkaan aikaan. Koin kivan yllatyksen ja oli mukavan lammin tunne koko paivan ja illalla menin onnellisena nukkumaan. Ja tanaan pfuuf se kaikki oli poissa.

Voi kooma.

Niskat kipeet. Ja selka, kun jouduin viimeyon nukkuu sohvalla etta jos laattaan niin ehdin sitten saniteettitiloihin ennen kuin annan ylen.

I thought to write this journal in English this time. This is because my language skills are going to disappear here, if I won't do anything and soon. The oral English here sounds horrible. These people "don' know notin'" about English. When I'll arrive Finland to attend LYLL the next school year, Mrs. Sjoeblom will definitely and most obviously kill me for not knowing even the simplest grammar of the English language.

Today I haven't done anything. I've just sat here on the computer and talked to my sister. I have spent my time doing nothing. It annoys me. I have to stop.

icic kewl c ya'll l8r bye

Heij.
Kirjoitan vain kertoakseni, etta viihdyn taalla oikein oikein mainiosti. Ja lihon.

If ya don't like my apples then don't shake my tree
I'm a mighty Tiger so don't mess with me!

hyvaa wtc-vuosipaivaa.