Tuesday
My life is ruined! I should have known the danger of keeping a blog. I should have known that anyone on the internet could see it! Why am I so stupid? The word got out that I have a blog so everyone in the school checked it out even my friends. Tammie was pissed with some of the things I alisema about her. Jennifer was mad because I started dating Kyle, the guy she liked. She as even zaidi angry that I didn't tell her about it. Hazel,who felt sorry for me, sided with Tammie and Jennifer. They haven't talked to me since this morning. Everything is falling apart. The worst part is that today is the siku that the 8th graders go to Summer Waves. Kyle was mad that I was about to break up with him so he ignored me too. L. J alisema he would hang out with me. He did hang out with me but his Marafiki kept interrupting. It isn't any fun to be the only girl among a bunch of boys. I could see my ex-friends having fun and laughing without me. L. J cheered me up a bit but it just wasn't the same with him. I miss my friends. I miss my Marafiki and Kyle. Everyone at school is interrogating me about what I alisema on my blog. I might have to end this blog thing. Velvet says I should continue but I don't know. I don't know. Happy last siku of school to me.
My life is ruined! I should have known the danger of keeping a blog. I should have known that anyone on the internet could see it! Why am I so stupid? The word got out that I have a blog so everyone in the school checked it out even my friends. Tammie was pissed with some of the things I alisema about her. Jennifer was mad because I started dating Kyle, the guy she liked. She as even zaidi angry that I didn't tell her about it. Hazel,who felt sorry for me, sided with Tammie and Jennifer. They haven't talked to me since this morning. Everything is falling apart. The worst part is that today is the siku that the 8th graders go to Summer Waves. Kyle was mad that I was about to break up with him so he ignored me too. L. J alisema he would hang out with me. He did hang out with me but his Marafiki kept interrupting. It isn't any fun to be the only girl among a bunch of boys. I could see my ex-friends having fun and laughing without me. L. J cheered me up a bit but it just wasn't the same with him. I miss my friends. I miss my Marafiki and Kyle. Everyone at school is interrogating me about what I alisema on my blog. I might have to end this blog thing. Velvet says I should continue but I don't know. I don't know. Happy last siku of school to me.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me kwa my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if wewe destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me kwa my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if wewe destroy me.
No matter how much wewe wish for zaidi it happens like the saa glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test kwa our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test kwa our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in upendo with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in upendo with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood kwa me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To onyesha them that...
Their work was useful.
To onyesha them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to onyesha all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood kwa me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To onyesha them that...
Their work was useful.
To onyesha them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to onyesha all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
