Sacha. Hayley.
Fifteen. Jonas is the sex.
Brendon Urie turns me on.
I can be such a poet at times.
DESIRES
A fucking Gibson SG Standard.
An exact replica of Nicholas Jerry Jonas. [I accept the actual person too.]
A voice like Demi Lovato's.
My ten cent coin I dropped in the drain.
Life right now seems rather pointless. Wake up, school, friends, repeat. I have sleepless nights trying to figure out what the heck am I doing on this planet when I am totally helpless to it. I am not trying to be resentful but some people are living their lives like it's the most precious thing.
I want to be one of them.
Questions flash through my mind. ;What do I want to be when I grow up? ;Where would life take me after graduating from Secondary School? ;Why is it so that ambitious goals just don't work for certain people?
Fuck, life is screwed. I need to pull up my socks. Now.
I couldn't make this up I have been outdone by my own kind I always traded up, yeah Now I'm a victim for the first time And I can't pretend I'm not over the edge
Well, well baby what do you know You turned the tables on me, didn't you? My, my, my it only serves me right, now I get it This is how hurt feels And it's everything they say it is
I was untouchable Until karma crashed my party Found out I'm crushable, oh And I'm the only one who's sorry It's unprecedented, I can't turn the page
No, no, no don't you go I do all the breaking up around here No, no, no don't steal my show You should be the one crying these tears
Well, well baby, what do you know You turned the tables on me, didn't you? My, my, my it only serves me right, now I get it This is how a heart breaks And it's all it's cracked up to be