Saturday, February 21, 2009

her pride makes her hard to forget.

And pretty girls can shake the girls of sad boy's past.
And they'll twist and moan in hopes of sending those sad boys home all alone.


I'm missing my best friend a lot. With her by my side I feel like we can take on the world. We don't let people talking put us down, we let it build us up and make them keep talking. We meet the right people, we say the right things, we become who you wish you were. We're the girls you write songs about, we inspire what pop music thrives on, only caring about ourselves, each other.. And not caring who gets hurt in the process. Shameless. The way we talk. About a girl. Take Cover. Last chance to lose your keys. She's a lady. Bad News. Woe.


God I miss you please come find me.

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