One moment you want me out of the house and the next you want me back. Make up your mind damnit!
Get this straight,
No one ties me down and no one can.
You can yell, curse and swear at me but eventually, you'll be the one who's sorry. It's always the case.
Fion wins. Hands down. You yell, I walk. Simple as that.
To sum it all up, it's another failed attempt at running away cause Daddy always gives in.
I'm right anyway. I'm 17 freakin years old.
I can stay out late, I can drink what I want.
I draw the lines, I set my own boundaries and limits, if you don't see them, your problem not mine.
Be glad that I'm not fcuking around out there and doing drugs. Oh, a bonus too, cause it's minus the cigarettes and clubs which I hide.
PFFFFFFFFT, as if I don't have enough problems at hand already, them folks just have to come screw me too.
I'll be staying home to take a break from all this shit. Ox can't go Phuture as well. Guess we'll be saying sorry to Alvin tomorrow.
"The scent of vaseline
in the summertime
the feel of an ice cube
melting over time
Well the world seems bigger than both of us
yet it seems so small
when I begin to cry"
- Splender, I Think God Can Explain
in the summertime
the feel of an ice cube
melting over time
Well the world seems bigger than both of us
yet it seems so small
when I begin to cry"
- Splender, I Think God Can Explain
you know you LOVE me (:
XOXO
♥