May 11, 2006 Why do guys make me cry, make me sad, make me scared?
I couldn't even handle a little debate with my dad over HOUSEWORK.. Or whatever shit he was talking just now. The raindrops keep falling on my head. The teardrops keep falling on my leg.
I should start cleaning penknives like Val did. The only difference is mine's rusty.
You make my hair stand, my body tremble, take away my sunshine, my life, my everything and turn my nightmares alive. And if that's not enough you make me extremely depressed. Good news for you is bad news for us, and vice-versa. Maybe it's not us, maybe it's just me. But why don't you just buzz off? Buzz off. Buzz off. Buzz off! I don't even have the guts to look you in the eye and tell you to go away. But why can't you read my body language?