The first time I saw your face
I was blown away without a trace
I felt so alone on a busy street
when you passed me by
I felt my feet melt away
Melt away

I pray to God I could meet
Someone like the boy I'd just seen
Someone that could stop me dead
Someone that could spin around in my head all day
In my head all day

Someday I will fly with you
Someday I will fly with you

That night I saw him again
It was the first time I touched his hand
He made me feel so warm
We talked all night 'til the dawn came our way
Til the dawn came our way

But the timing was all wrong
When I met the one I should've known
Instead I walked away leaving behind my destiny on that day
My destiny on that day

Someday I will fly with you
Someday I will fly with you

But I still see his face
In my mind it's the only place
And we will meet again
And I will touch your hand again on that day
Your hand again on that day

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

She is getting on my nerves. Ma mere. No, not getting. Has gotten on my nerves, I mean to say.

My nails are OKAY. Just because they are red - not even hot red, sort of maroonish red - does not make me qualify for Slut of the Year. And miniskirts are a teenage girl thing. Hello! What does she have for a brain???

She exasperates, enrages and astonishes me to the point where I can't even begin to give her a piece of my mind. This sucks and gives her the impression I'm a pushabout (or pusharound?).

Well actually, if I do give her a piece of my mind she will kill me. If I tell her I have the right to wear whatever I like and paint my nails red, she will probably take a red hanger and physically damage me like she did last time. She hates being argued with, even though 9/10, she's wrong.

But you know. I am going to wear what I like to school. Screw her and her insanity.

i thought the world of you
10:03 PM