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No Such Thing, John Mayer "Welcome to the real world", she said to me Condescendingly Take a seat Take your life Plot it out in black and white Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings And the drama queens I'd like to think the best of me Is still hiding Up my sleeve They love to tell you Stay inside the lines But something's better On the other side I wanna run through the halls of my high school I wanna scream at the Top of my lungs I just found out there's no such thing as the real world Just a lie you've got to rise above So the good boys and girls take the so called right track Faded white hats Grabbing credits Maybe transfers They read all the books but they can't find the answers And all of our parents They're getting older I wonder if they've wished for anything better While in their memories Tiny tragedies They love to tell you Stay inside the lines But something's better On the other side I wanna run through the halls of my high school I wanna scream at the Top of my lungs I just found out there's no such thing as the real world Just a lie you got to rise above I am invincible As long as I'm alive I wanna run through the halls of my high school I wanna scream at the Top of my lungs I just found out there's no such thing as the real world Just a lie you've got to rise above I just can't wait til my 10 year reunion I'm gonna bust down the double doors And when I stand on these tables before you You will know what all this time was for Talk to me, you're not better off alone
CONTACT AIM: aking awit e/m: [email protected] ALT solitaire Ye Olde Tymes [Archives I] May-August 2003 PART OF RBJ Last Song Syndrome ALiW specific  | Three day weekend Saturday. 12.13.03 11:04 pm I did not go to school yesterday. At four am I emailed the English project to my teacher--twice--and again didn't make it to my room upstairs, falling asleep on the couch. At seven when my dad tried to wake me I couldn't get up. I was exhausted, and the cold that had been persistently threatening me through the week decided to hit me full force. Wwhen I thought of it, none of my classes had anything big planned, so I could afford to stay home. Call it a mental health day. Four hours later, Dad made me get up. I forgot that he'd decided the night before that he was going to call in sick, so I wasn't alone for the day. I did everything I was supposed to do over the weekend--laundry, vacuuming, etc., yesterday. Then I watched six or so episodes of Alias, received a phone call from Ishang, and fell asleep again for about half an hour. Not since this past summer have I had a day so quiet and empty, I could stay in one place not thinking of anything in particula or doing anything at all. I was disappointed that Mom and I couldn't spend some time together. She was having a horrible day at werk--someone who tried to fix a small problem actually made it a hundred times worse, and everyone ended up paying for it. For the first time ever, she had a 16-hour work day, and she came home late at night ready to collapse. Suddenly my break after the essay writing marathon didn't seem quite as...justified. She left again three hours ago, one of those rare weekends where she has to work 6 days out of the week. I hope she can come home earlier. I want to talk to Roxas. I wish I had her number, but I don't want to call Dreamer for it because we'll end up talking...and as much as I love her I don't feel like talking to her. Hopefully Roxas will pop online at some point today, and we can have a silly conversation. That'd be nice. 0 Comments.
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