My palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. To make it worse, there is vomit on my sweater already; mom's spaghetti. :(
I'm nervous but on the surface I look calm and ready to drop bombs. I keep forgetting what I wrote down. When I open my mouth the crowd grows so loud. I open my mouth, but the words won't come out.I'm choking, how everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! wry
snap back to reality madood;
Quote from: Boyager on December 13, 2008, 08:34:29 PM
snap back to reality madood;
Oh there goes gravity. baddood;
i know where he lives
313 represent
I got a cold too. >.<
I THINK SOMEONE'S IN LOVE n_u
no fucking song lyrics