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I have many many weird dreams.
I dreamt of making pigs fly and making crayons edible.
And one day, thanks to me, it'll be raining hamburgers.
I sleep late everyday and wake up late, so who cares about early birds catching the worms?
Seriously, it's boring sleping early.
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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Death Of An Innocent
( Poem )
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I went to a party, mom
I remembered what you said
You told me not to drink, mom
So I drank soda instead
I felt really proud inside, mom
The way you said I would
I didn't drink and drive, mom
Even though the others said I should
I know I did the right thing, mom
I know you're always right
Now the party is finally ending, mom
As everyone drives out of sight
As I got in my car, mom
I knew I'd get home in one piece
Because of the way you raised me, mom
So responsible and sweet
I started to drive away, mom
But as I pulled onto the road
The other car didn't see me, mom
And hit me like a load
As I lie here on the pavement, mom
I hear the policeman say
The other guy is drunk, mom
And now I'm the one who'll pay
I'm lying here dying, mom
I wish you'd get here soon
How come this happened to me, mom?
My life bursts like a balloon
There is blood all around me, mom
Most of it is mine
I hear the parademic say, mom
I'll die in a very short time
I just wanted to tell you, mom
I swear I didn't drink
It was the others, mom
The others didn't think
He didn't know where he was going, mom
He was probably at the same party as I
The only difference is, mom
He drank, and I will die
Why do people drink, mom
It can ruin your whole life
I'm feeling sharp pains now, mom
Pains just like a knife
The guy who hit me is walking, mom
I don't think that is fair
I'm lying here drying, mom
While all he can do is stare
Tell brother not to cry, mom
Tell daddy to be brave
And when I go to heaven, mom
Write "daddy's girl" on my grave
Someone should have told him, mom
Not to drink and drive
If only they would have taken the time, mom
I might still be alive
My breath is getting shorter, mom
I'm becoming very scared
Please don't cry for me, mom
Because when I needed you, you were always there
I have one question, mom
Before I say goodbye
I didn't ever drink, mom
So why am I to die?
This is the end, mom
I wish I could look you in the eye
To say these final words, mom
I love you and goodbye
@ 7:57 AM
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With some inspiration from Lady Gaga's Telephone, ft. Beyonce
With some inspiration from Lady Gaga's Telephone, ft. Beyonce