Post by ChyukiPastukiSuzuki on Aug 29, 2007 17:40:40 GMT -5
I wrote this today in English. Tell me what you think kay?
So Im not the prettiest girl.
Im not skinny in any way.
I really like or maybe love you.
But you dont feel the same way.
All the pretty girlys love you.
And they always make they're move.
While you enjoy the flirting,
My heart is torn in two.
You see,
While every night for you,
Is filled with happy dreams.
I toss and turn in bed,
And laughter turns to screams.
I wrote all of those letters.
I sang all those sad songs.
Then I told you how I felt.
You told me it was wrong.
You said that you loved me too.
But like a sister and a friend.
And I told that what I felt was real love.
And that it had no end.
You said I wasnt your type.
And we all know what that means.
I wasnt skinny, smart or pretty.
I knew you wouldnt want to be seen with me.
I ran home and cried.
Until I ran out of tears.
I found some rope in the basement.
And swallowed all my fears.
I hung it from a rafter,
Put it around my neck.
Stepped onto the chair.
And then I held my breath.
I waited for a minute.
To see if you would come.
And when you finally got here.
It was too late 'cause I was gone.
You saw me just hanging there.
You cried for quite a while.
But when you saw my dead face.
You saw my twisted smile.
But then you saw my arms.
It was a disturbing sight.
You now knew why I wore hoodys.
You knew why I liked to fight .
Because every injury I had.
Would remind me of the pain.
That you put me through
And suffered with every day.
Now your speaking at my funeral
To all my friends and family.
But the story of the happy girl was a lie.
Because trust me, this ones a tragedy.
So Im not the prettiest girl.
Im not skinny in any way.
I really like or maybe love you.
But you dont feel the same way.
All the pretty girlys love you.
And they always make they're move.
While you enjoy the flirting,
My heart is torn in two.
You see,
While every night for you,
Is filled with happy dreams.
I toss and turn in bed,
And laughter turns to screams.
I wrote all of those letters.
I sang all those sad songs.
Then I told you how I felt.
You told me it was wrong.
You said that you loved me too.
But like a sister and a friend.
And I told that what I felt was real love.
And that it had no end.
You said I wasnt your type.
And we all know what that means.
I wasnt skinny, smart or pretty.
I knew you wouldnt want to be seen with me.
I ran home and cried.
Until I ran out of tears.
I found some rope in the basement.
And swallowed all my fears.
I hung it from a rafter,
Put it around my neck.
Stepped onto the chair.
And then I held my breath.
I waited for a minute.
To see if you would come.
And when you finally got here.
It was too late 'cause I was gone.
You saw me just hanging there.
You cried for quite a while.
But when you saw my dead face.
You saw my twisted smile.
But then you saw my arms.
It was a disturbing sight.
You now knew why I wore hoodys.
You knew why I liked to fight .
Because every injury I had.
Would remind me of the pain.
That you put me through
And suffered with every day.
Now your speaking at my funeral
To all my friends and family.
But the story of the happy girl was a lie.
Because trust me, this ones a tragedy.
