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Wednesday, April 25, 2007 | 8:39 PM
Potential Suicide

by Allister


She sits at home and tries to remember all the days
when everybody said nothing could bring her down
Now she's found that she can't stand the site of her reflection
in the windows of this beat up old town
She's packing all her problems Into a carry-on bag
She's packing all of her sorrow into one less silver box labeled memories


And every night that she's alive
Is a potential suicide
And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her


she goes to bed at night just to wake up to a nightmare
and a headache that will never go away
She's doing time and hating every minute of it blaming
everything on something she can't escape


She cries and she cries
But no one ever listens
She doesn't understand why she can't slow down
She's packing all her problems

Into a carry-on bag
She's packing all of her sorrow into one less silver box labeled memories


And every night that she's alive
Is a potential suicide
And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her


And all the pain she's kept inside
Doesn't help to cleanse her mind
From all the heartache and the frustration tonight
And now it feels like she's been dealt a shitty hand
She said "it is mine" but she doesn't understand


And every night that she's alive
Is a potential suicide
And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her


And all the pain she's kept inside
Doesn't help to cleanse her mind
From all the teardrops that she cried


And every night that she's alive
Is a potential suicide
And all the teardrops that she cries wont help her


And all the pain she's kept inside
Doesn't help to cleanse her mind
From all the heartache and the frustration tonight









LOOOOOL. tml's MYE compo, crap. -.-.. i wrote dis TOUCHING story on he topic "time machine" yes, meow rawks. x).
2dae ran 2km... nearly DIED, wth. den spent e rest of e time playing badminton w xueyi, liting and vivian.. liting hit one of the shuttlecocks up into the rafters.. pro lol. =DD.
and duing class time; ms poh SPECIFICALLY adressed to "US" gals with multiple earholes (when der's only me) to wear only one earstick. -.- she has it IN for me, wth.. and now im sitting beside ashley;; HE"S FWEAKING CUTE. den ahyi is infront of me; ruth is behind. and MONITOR GOT MY TABLE! -.-
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