dear you'll thank me later diary,
if you never decided then you would never choose, and if you never chose, you would never see anything different. everything would be the same all the time. havoc is the game you played here and i did my best to try and keep up. i think i did a great job don't you? it sure didn't take much luck. i find myself at the end of the rope with splinters in my hand, yet eager and hungry to listen to the charms of the music of your band. the sinister ways you have about you, burn through my weakened soul and mortify my saddened heart and should take a deadly toll. but somehow in your eyes, i let that pass by, i smile and run really fast to my car- as not to hear a lie.
if you never decided then you would never choose, and if you never chose, you would never see anything different. everything would be the same all the time. havoc is the game you played here and i did my best to try and keep up. i think i did a great job don't you? it sure didn't take much luck. i find myself at the end of the rope with splinters in my hand, yet eager and hungry to listen to the charms of the music of your band. the sinister ways you have about you, burn through my weakened soul and mortify my saddened heart and should take a deadly toll. but somehow in your eyes, i let that pass by, i smile and run really fast to my car- as not to hear a lie.
