confessions of a teenage fashionista

-inside a girl's compicated mind-

6.20.2005

The product of boredom

It's ten past 10 P.M. The day is coming to an end, and I don't want it to. Tomorrow is yet another school day, and although I know I have to wake early to get to school on time, I just don't like the thought of going to bed.

I've just finished watching Charmed on Studio 23. Now I have no clue what else to do. I am forever wasting time away, just thinking of something with which to occupy myself.

Tick tock. A minute, two minutes.

A song just popped into my head. For lack of a better thing to do, I'm going to post the lyrics here.

Behind These Hazel Eyes

Seems like just yesterday you were a part of me I used to stand so tall I used to be so strong your arms around me tight everything it felt so right unbreakable like nothin' could go wrong now I can't breathe no I can't sleep I'm barely hanging on here I am once again I'm torn into pieces can't deny it can't pretend just thought you were the one broken up, deep inside but you won't get to see the tears I cry behind these hazel eyes I told you everything opened up and let you in you made me feel alright for once in my life now all that's left of me is what I pretend to be so together but so broken up inside cause I can't breathe no I can't sleep I'm barely hangin' on here I am once again I'm torn into pieces can't deny it can't pretend just thought you were the one broken up deep inside but you won't get to see the tears I cry behind these hazel eyes swallow me then spit me out for hating you I blame myself seeing you it kills me now no I don't cry on the outside anymore.

With that, I'll say adios.

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