Post by Victoria Bouchard on Jan 26, 2009 19:01:07 GMT -5
victoria.
i don’t cause commotions, i am one.[/center][/font][/color]
i’ve had so many friends
[/color][/font]but only one that mattered.
i know i’m who i am today because i knew you attached at the hip.
so much of me is made of what i learned from you inseparable.
i have been changed for good other half.
together we’ll be the greatest team partners in crime.
i think we’ve found the place where we belong best friend.
we’re just two friends, two good friends close friends.
i see who you truly are, a girl of whom i can rely childhood friends.
they will scream, for half of oz’s favourite team party friends.
dancing through life, skimming the surface drinking friends.
now that i’ve chosen to become a pal, a sister and adviser on and off.
you’ll hang with the right cohorts friend of a friend.
and with an assist from me to be who you’ll be same job
it’s not about aptitude, it’s the way you’re viewed just met
believe me, it’s hard to resist, cause it feels wonderful enemy turned friend.
we believe all sorts of things that aren’t true confidant.[/center]
so you lied to them?
[/color][/font]only verbally.[/size]
makes my very flesh begin to crawl with simple utter loathing go to hell.
there’s a strange exhilaration, in such total detestation mutual hatred.
and i will be loathing, loathing you my whole life long one sided hatred.
her face, her voice, her clothing, let’s just say we loathe it all dislike.
loathing, for forever, loathing, truly deeply loathing you one sided dislike.
how do you stand it? i don’t think i could annoyance.
what is this feeling, fervid as a flame? rivals.
and altogether quite impossible to describe by association.
under the surface, behind the scenes, something bad friend turned enemy.
are people born wicked? or do they have wickedness thrust upon them? avoidance.
now at last, she’s dead and gone! jealously.
the wicked, they reap only what they sow tolerance.[/font][/center]
i don’t even think he’s perfect
[/color]anymore, and i still want him.[/color]
and just for this moment, as long as you’re mine final.
you’ll be with me like a handprint on my heart current.
say there’s no future for us as a pair future.
and know i’ll be here holding you, as long as you’re mine mutual crush.
be how you want to, and see how bright we shine one sided crush.
there’s a girl i know, he loves her so past, not over it.
but that doesn’t soften the ache we feel past, still chemistry
to the land of what might have been past, good terms.
every so often, we long to steal past, bad terms.
one question haunts and hurts, too much mixed feelings.
have another swallow little lady, and follow me one night stand.
somehow i’ve fallen, under your spell chemistry.
borrow the moonlight until it is through lust.
that thrill doesn’t thrill you like you think it will friends with benefits.
look what we’ve got, a fairy tale plot lovers/affair.
and we’re happy to share our ending on and off dating.
he couldn’t look handsomer, i couldn’t feel humbler fleeting glances.[/font][/center]
it’s good to see me, isn’t it?
[/color][/font]no need to answer, that was rhetorical.
no father is not proud of you, no sister acts ashamed family.
i think everyone deserves the chance to fly good influence.
my road of good intentions lead where such roads always lead bad influence.
was i really seeking good or just seeking attention? mentor
i promise no good deed will i attempt to do again scared of.
i don’t even know what trick i ought to try fake friend
nothing matters but knowing nothing matters respect.
swaying and sweeping and always keeping cool admiration.
those who don’t try never look foolish emotional support.
i’ll be right there. waiting. all night. stalker.
i know someone would be my hero obsessive.
i would do anything for you protective.
it’s really, uh, sharp! don’t you think? other, specify.[/center]
i see that once again the
[/font]responsibility of corrupting my fellow students falls to me.[/font]
hello. amy made this. not you. so not stealing. or else.
if you do steal, amy will send her rabid little sister after you, who will almost
definitely bite your kneecaps off. so let’s just not bother.
lyrics are all from wicked songs. headers are quotes from wicked.
colours from the blender everyone seems to use these days.
be creative, yadayada. everyone hates these rules. pick interesting
stuff, blahh. you know the drill.
post in code and non code please and thanks.[/color][/center]
