Feel the heat/ Wednesday, February 08, 2006
I, super, love this song. I love nickelback's music.
Look at this photographEverytime I do it makes me laughHow did our eyes get so redAnd what the hell is on Joey's headAnd this is where I grew upI think the present owner fixed it upI never knew we'd ever went withoutThe second floor is hard for sneaking outAnd this is where I went to schoolMost of the time had better things to doCriminal record says I broke in twiceI must have done it half a dozen timesI wonder if It's too lateShould i go back and try to graduateLife's better now then it was back thenIf I was them I wouldn't let me inOh oh ohOh god IEvery memory of looking out the back doorI had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floorIt's hard to say it, time to say itGoodbye, goodbyeEvery memory of walking out the front doorI found the photo of the friend that I was looking forIt's hard to say it, time to say itGoodbye, goodbyeRemember the old arcadeBlew every dollar that we ever madeThe cops hated us hangin' outThey say somebody went and burned it downWe used to listen to the radioAnd sing along with every song we knowWe said someday we'd find out how it feelsTo sing to more than just the steering wheelKim's the first girl I kissedI was so nervous that I nearly missedShe's had a couple of kids since thenI haven't seen her since god knows whenOh oh ohOh god IEvery memory of looking out the back doorI had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floorIt's hard to say it, time to say itGoodbye, goodbyeEvery memory of walking out the front doorI found the photo of the friend that I was looking forIt's hard to say it, time to say itGoodbye, goodbyeI miss that townI miss the facesYou can't eraseYou can't replace itI miss it nowI can't believe itSo hard to stayToo hard to leave itIf I could I relive those daysI know the one thing that would never changeEvery memory of looking out the back doorI had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floorIt's hard to say it, time to say itGoodbye, goodbyeEvery memory of walking out the front doorI found the photo of the friend that I was looking forIt's hard to say it, time to say itGoodbye, goodbyeLook at this photographEverytime I do it makes me laughEverytime I do it makes me
Again, my brother hid the USB. I definitely cannot post all my entries right now. Geez! Thanks a lot, bro.
Shut up and Kill me.
11:02 PM <3
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Feel the heat/ Thursday, February 02, 2006
I've just bought some back issues of this magazine... As usual, I cannot post my entries right now. But this time, I can't find the USB. My brother hid it.
Shut up and Kill me.
11:20 PM <3
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