In More Ways than One ;

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

You peel back the layers
And get down to the inside
But sometimes you lose sight
Of what it was you were trying to find
And it's that sort of thing
That makes you think too much
It's that sort of thing
That makes you lose your objectivity

There are no Perfect Endings.

we are caught in the middle, we hardly belong anywhere anymore. we're not there yet, but out of here already, it's very awkward. with everything hanging by a thread, it's complex.

inter-class soccer; world cup. OH PLEASE, we belong in the gutter when it comes to soccer. all sorts of accidents happen, and we're always hitting each other with the ball at the wrong places, or worse WRONG GOALS. haha oh man hopefully we just play one game and we're kicked out, to save ourselves from all the humiliation.

did i mention how empty our school looks now?

"pictures open in my head"

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