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We are driving back to Tennessee tomarrow, so 13 hours in the car with my family. I will be thinking and dreaming most of the time though. Hm, I don't know who really cares that I'm comming back. neutral I can tell a few, but not all. I want to write a song...Hm...maybe I will...but maybe I won't. Night...miss me or forget...
I like this song, so I wanted to post the lyrics for it...
Almost Perfect-Ingram Hill
Maybe her eyes are just a little bit red Almost all the time Maybe her hair, it smells like cigarettes When I climb into bed with her at night
She don't wanna try But this just feels so right
She's almost perfect She is so close to being everything She's almost perfect But she's not, she's not mine
Maybe she knows she drives me crazy Just bats her eyes like she's my baby Maybe she's quick to let her tongue fly at me She's not the most proper lady
I'm the one to blame I know I caused this crash So now I wander in this mess In this lake of sour mashed Through my head the notion that
Maybe she's not quite honest with me Almost all the time Maybe I know there's someone else in her life When I climb into bed with her at night
Shes almost perfect shes so close to being everything shes almost perfect But shes not, shes not, shes not
mine.... mine.... yeah....
Yes...I put this again...so again, night, miss me or forget.
{{Ignore.This}}
The world has all its cycles and balances, and everything has a purpose. But what do you call those who have no purpose? What do you say to things that have lost any hope of finding things that matter most to them? Here they are called The Fallen. Shunned by society and the people who hold order dear to them, they live in places underground where nobody may find them. Their world, even with the unique mix of inhabitants, is like a well oiled machine and runs better than ours. People frm above who find themselves wandering into this world, are delt with quickly and usually violently, depending on the age of the thing that wandered below, afterall, who would forgive those who pushed them away from their home. The rules here are strict and the punishment for breaking the rules go up and down with harshness but most are minor. The great city has found a way to use dirt as fuel for everything, and water is used here scarsly seeming to make these people seem smarter than the people above. But not everything is perfect, nor shall it ever be. Be careful to decide your own fate, and be even more careful, to decide what your enemy has planned. For this world, has really put fowarth literall use to the words be careful what you wish for...
{{It's a roleplay thing I have for a guild, just leave it alone...}}
Zombie Doll` · Mon Jun 27, 2005 @ 02:57am · 2 Comments |
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