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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Who will you run to when it all falls down
Who's gonna pick your world up off the ground
Who's gonna take away the tears you cry
Who's gonna love you baby as good as I

You won't know what it's like to live
on your own
You've always had me there beside you
You think it's easy finding
someone out there
who's gonna care as much as I do
What's gonna happen baby
when you find out
that there's no one there to cry to

the weather has left me all melancholy. the flu's running now and i'm sick to the head. it's splitting. my stomach's churning but i refuse to let it out. i can't afford to feel, weaker than i already am.

the lyrics have nothing whatsoever to do with my love life if you're gloating over it. my love life is perfect, more perfect than it has ever gotten so you can stop grinning. hahaha. i just love emotional songs, that's all.

Almost blue
Almost doing things we used to do
There's a girl here and she's almost you
Almost All the things that your eyes once promised
I see in hers too
Now your eyes are red from crying

Almost me
Almost you
Almost blue

funny how i'm addicted to lyrics of which i have not even heard the song before.

i am trying my very best not to barf and let the food that i've eaten today out. i'm literally dying of feeling so weird and weak and sick arghs!

walao everytime i hope to fall sick, i don't. now i DON'T WANNA. AND IT COMES. irritating! GRRRR!

i wishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...............
-cheryl
3:46 PM





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