song
Theres a girl who sits under the bleachers Just another day eating alone And though she smiles There is something just hiding And she cant find a way to relate She just goes unnoticed As the crowd passes by And she'll pretend to be busy When inside she just wants to cry She'll say...Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible Look a little closer, I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes Take another look at the face of Miss Always Invisible Look a little harder and maybe then you will see why she waits for the dayWhen you'll ask her her name The begining, in the first weeks of class She did everything to try and fit in But the others they couldnt seem to get past all the things that mismatched on the surfaceAnd she would close her eyes when they left and she fell down the stairs And the more that they joked And the more that they screamed She retreated to where she is now And she'll sing...Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible Look a little harder I really really want you to put yourself in her shoesTake a little look at the face of Miss Always Invisible Look a little closer and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day that you will ask her...her name And one day just the same as the lastJust the days been in counting the time Came a boy that sat under the bleachers just a little bit further behind...

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    February 11, 2006
    parents dont understand! 4:12 PM

    Hey y'all bloggers.. its ME again..

    Have you ever tried of feeling a deep thought about how you can be able to turn back the day you were born and come out from a different kind of family?

    if we ever could chose who our parents would be?

    can you tell me why in the world did they chose mine for me???

    Ive had enough of this, Im getting tired of my parents ragging on me all the time... I felt more worse than a prisoner, a stepford daughter out of a mail order magazine, I cant even buy the things which i considered cool coz they wont but it for me, instead they buy things i dont like, I have to save P1000 so that theyll but me an mp3 player, i hate that! I know thats is I think to teach me resposibilities but I guess there are more other ways to teach me responsibilities other than that, another thing, they wont even let me dress up in cool clothes and fashion coz Im not old enough, Hello?! Im 15, when will I be old enough to dress up in cool clothes?! when Im 30???

    Parents just dont understand!!!






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