When you're dreaming with a broken heart,
The waking up is the hardest part.
You roll outta bed and down on your knees,
And for the moment you can hardly breathe.
Wondering was he really here?
Is he standing in my room?
No he's not, 'cause he's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
The waking up is the hardest part.
You roll outta bed and down on your knees,
And for the moment you can hardly breathe.
Wondering was he really here?
Is he standing in my room?
No he's not, 'cause he's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
I could listen to this song a hundred times everyday and never fail to cry
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Just thought I should blog before I went to bed, I'm pretty content with everything at the moment. My brother helped me with memorising dates and years for History, I even went to the extent of remembering birthdates and deaths. I finished revising for chemistry, my door is seriously covered in colourful sticky notes.
Chem and history exams tomorrow, methods revision after school, then meth exam on Friday. Easy breezy. And then I've got until Wednesday to study for ad. gen., so everything looks like its smooth sailing.
Despite my study efforts, I've realized that I've been distancing myself further away from my peers and my social life's beginning to deteriorate. I'm missing you so much, Old Flame.
Chem and history exams tomorrow, methods revision after school, then meth exam on Friday. Easy breezy. And then I've got until Wednesday to study for ad. gen., so everything looks like its smooth sailing.
Despite my study efforts, I've realized that I've been distancing myself further away from my peers and my social life's beginning to deteriorate. I'm missing you so much, Old Flame.
Love, Bonez.
PS. In my opinion, the New Moon trailer is a disappointment!
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