in my diary
March 24, 2006Here in this diary,I write you visions of my summer.It was the best I ever had.There were choruses and sing-alongs,And that unspoken feeling of knowing Right now is all that mattersAll the nights we stayed up talking
and listening to 80’s songs;quoting lines from all those movies that we love.
It still brings a smile to my face.I guess when it comes down to it…
Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up:These are the best days of our lives.The only thing that mattersIs just following your heart
and eventually you’ll finally get it right.Breaking into school rules,
and wreaking havoc on our world.Hanging out at the canteen just to pass the time.The black top’s singing me to sleep.Lighting fireworks in the sky,
illuminate the blackest nights. C2 RED under this moonlight summer sky.
5:00 , it’s time to say, “goodbye.”Get on the car, it’s time to go.
Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up:These are the best days of our lives.The only thing that mattersis just following your heart,
and eventually you’ll finally get it right. Its just the memories that keeps me awake ang waiting for you to come back…… you dont need to talk just come back.. i’ve seen all of this its just in your eyes.. thank you.. plz come back. i really miss the girl…. i really want her…. is it just a dream…????
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