Say you stand by your man, tell me something I don’t understand. You said you love me and that’s a fact, then you left me, said you felt trapped. Well, some things you can explain away, but my heartache’s in me until this day. Did you stand by me? No, not at all. Did you stand by me? No way. All the times when we were close, I’ll remember these things the most. I see all my dreams come tumbling down, I won’t be happy without you around. So, all alone, I keep the wolves at bay, there is only one thing that I can say. Did you stand by me? No, not at all. Did you stand by me? No way. You must explain why this must be. Did you lie when you spoke to me? Did you stand by me? No, not at all.
Everybody in this place get up and move away, for all I care, this town’s already dead and empty. I’m told that I’m a victim of obsession, that’s what my friends say. Oh, I’m a fool for having ever let him tempt me. Well, I turn pale when he walks by, I am lost in his eyes. He is always on my mind. He glances over but he keeps on walking down that street, all I can do is hope that he is thinking of me. If I could blink, if I could breathe, if I could get my legs to move, well, this could be the day I get this boy to love me.
Something strange, somehow I get the feeling, I’m where everyone knows your name. It’s not much different, but it’s surely not the same. You’ll find peace in knowing now, I’m so sick and tired of hearing myself. Believe me, I never guessed you had one up your sleeve, well, there I go, so smile, you’ve done your part, but I’m waiting for someone to say, “I can’t take it anymore, yeah. Can’t take it anymore, yeah.” What’s so wrong with being sad? Left alone, I was stuck to go over all the things that I’ve done wrong. Sure, I was stuck in a hole, but now we’ve got a song. After all the love is gone, where did you get off saying, “it’s not so lame, we’ve had it different, and I know we’re not the same.” Well, there I go, can’t take it anymore. What’s so wrong with being sad?
All right, here it comes. Everyone’s— so hold on. What you are, tell me one more where you hold on. Here I am, if you need a hand I can lend you. Here I am, if you want just more than a friend, here I am. If you want to see me again, Here I am.
My eyes go where I say so, but not always, and not when you walk by. And my feet move where I tell them to, but not when they are chasing after you, and now I just don’t know what I should do, I’m twisted all around like some cartoon. But I don’t mind. No, I don’t mind. Just stay close by, like, all the time. ‘Cause either I’d bleed dry or keep this thorn in my side. But I don’t mind. On all fours on a hotel floor, my closest hand was halfway round the world. And my room’s key unbeknownst to me, had cut my eye as I wiped at my face, while trying to move some heavy stuff away. Now I’m bleeding in an unfamiliar place. Guess I don’t mind. No, I don’t mind. As I lay down to sleep the night, I gave a call to the crisis line, but I don’t mind. I spun the tucker telephone, I turned my eyes to bone, I kept dialing your number, but you were not at home. You’re not alone.
From my mouth, now more and more everyday, words that have nothing to say. Well, I find something someday. I thought that I was better off. I was wrong. I am where I don’t belong. In a flash, I am gone to return when the sun shines again. Oh, my god, words that seem so out of place. I wish you’d get out of my face. Well, I find something someday.
Here we go, something tells me that I’ve been here before, even though I might be dreaming, I don’t care, I want more. But I don’t know. Tell me, please. Is this really happening to me? Turn on the lights, could you pinch me, shake me, scream at me loud? Cause for my life, I couldn’t tell you if I’m kissing you now, I just don’t know. Tell me, please.
Goodness, sometimes, things get bad. But I swear, I’m doing all I can. So, try all you want to, I’m gonna try too. If I get one ray of sunlight to hold in my hand, maybe we can be happy again. I’ll try for one ray of sunlight to hold in my hand, maybe we can be happy and then. Things don’t go as I planned, but I swear, I’m doing all I can, so, try all you want to, I’m gonna try too. If I get one ray of sunlight to hold in my hand, maybe we can be happy again. I’ll try for one ray of sunlight to hold in my hand, then I guess that this isn’t the end. Maybe we can be happy again.
Tell me you’re coming home someday. Tell me you won’t be back for a long time. Tell me you’ll break me up. Tell me you’ll cut me off. Tell me you’ll try to quit. Tell me you never want to hear my voice again, because it might change you mind. Could I bring you back to me? Could I bring you back to life? Tell me you’re coming back tomorrow. Tell me I’m not the one, oh, and I’ve never been. Tell me I’m always wrong. Tell me I wont forget it. Tell me you’re falling quick. Tell me you never want to see my face again, because it might change your mind. Could I bring you back to me? Could I bring you back to life? When I fall, will I fall too hard? Am I wasting all my breath, am I wasting all my time?
I just had to get that all out there:P
Is this real life?
Easy day at school.
Nine days until my birthday.
Rocky Horror Picture Show episode of Glee, tonight.
My grandma sent me a coupon for a free Chick Fil A sandwich in the mail.
Annie found the cute boy we were talking to on Tuesday’s Facebook.
My mom is making food.