Somehow
She stares at the moon
Her ribbons out of tune
Memories of the past
At the bottom of her glass
And resting on her cheek
The imprint of his ring
A symbol of the weak
Commissioned by the king
Did he tie you down?
Did you make a sound?

[ Chorus ]
She falls to her knees
Screaming God please
Make something of me
Cause I never wanted
anything like what I
wanna be right now
An angel again
An angel again somehow

She remembers his old boots
And the shotgun that he shoots
And all she could take
Lies at the bottom of a lake
So lift your cig and drag
As you figure out a plan
To hide it all away
How could she ever love this man
Did you weigh him down?
Did he make a sound?

[ Chorus ]

And when you carry weight
in your life (life)
And all the plans you make
in your life (life)
The original decision was right

[ Chorus ]

Did he tie you down?
Did you make a sound?
Did he weigh you down?
Did he make a sound?

Saturdays are all the same: Wake up late, take a piss, brush your teeth, eat lunch, shower/go swimming, rot at home/shopping, late night movie, sleep early.

Today wasn't an exception EXCEPT that I went for a dinner. My uncle is going to VEGAS next Tuesday for years and years and years so it was like a small farewell dinner.
I envy him :S
And I dressed so nicely EMO too! (Long white sleeveless + black shirt + emo attitude)
Maybe next time I'll try punk:)
John W.J.K
P.s= Dad's going for a WORLD TRIP next month for a month:( Then right after that, my house is going for a renovation.(bye tiles! hello wooden floor boards!)
I think the computer won't be assessable and I don't know WHERE I'm gonna stay:S
I hope it's some fancy hotel:)