Misnomer: The X-Girl Picayune
The life (or is it the lack thereof?) stories of a twenty-6-year-old grad studentTuesday, November 15, 2005
I suppose, it is exactly like this
Funny, aint it?
Games people play,
Scratch it, paint it,
One in the same,
We couldn't find them,
So we tried to hide them,
Words that we couldn't say.
It hurts, don't it?
Fools on parade,
Taint it, own it,
Chase it away,
We couldn't make them,
So we had to break them,
Words that we couldn't say.
Games people play,
Scratch it, paint it,
One in the same,
We couldn't find them,
So we tried to hide them,
Words that we couldn't say.
It hurts, don't it?
Fools on parade,
Taint it, own it,
Chase it away,
We couldn't make them,
So we had to break them,
Words that we couldn't say.
Previously on Misnomer
- Not so Soonerpride
- This is why my right hand hurts so much today
- From Miss D
- Sentimental
- This is why my body aches so much today
- New 'do, new 'do
- Picture this
- Read something!
- Being negative
- There's always a first time for everything
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- Rumbai
- Digita-grafita
- Blogboration: You know you are
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