Today was so damn fun. We had PE, where we played soccer and my shoes kept flying off every time i shot. That sucked. Then, we had to leave the class at 12, skipping POA ( oh yes yes yes ) and one period of history. We were receiving a certificate for doing this national youth achievement award thing. And a guest of honour came to gove us the certs. And she was EUNICE OLSEN DAMMIT. WOW. Haha. SHOOK HER HAND. She had perfume on her hand. Wierd but true. After that, everyone was smelling their right hands. Hahaha. And that went on for quite some time. After that, there was a reception where there was a whole lot of food. FOOD. After eating, i went home. And went for mass just now. Yea. That was today.
It was yesterday you told me you loved me, But today I learned you found someone else and everything was fake. When I get back home I know that you'll be gone. And all the things I've given you are left behind; I'll put them in a box. And today I found out you moved in with him. A one-bedroom apartment down the road from the place we first met. When I get back home I know that you'll be gone. With all the memories of me you had locked here in this box.
And I'll start to think of everything we had. I was always there for you I asked for nothing in return I swear. I'll believe, you'll make you see. You were there with someone else. See my pain, I'll believe you were there with him. I don't want to see your face again, not like this. I don't have to see you in this place.
I don't want to see your face again. (face again) I will not be ashamed not now. This time I won't be ashamed of it. This time I won't make it change myself. This time I will make myself believe. My heart, it won't break this time, won't be left behind, I won't be so shy; I won't let you win this time.
Until next time.
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