Change
The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
anda weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,
I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that anda were such a jerk?
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you
In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this quite silly song.
What am I to say?
I really didn’t think it would end this way
At the time I believed that anda would show
But after half an jam I really had to go
And if I see anda again
I would not smile
In fact I think I’d cry for a while
And so I say goodbye to anda
Knowing, anda feel the same way too.
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I refuse to sit around, cry and wait for you
The way I feel has changed
When we met I was a fool, thought
anda weren’t gonna treat me like a tool
I tell myself that I care ‘bout you
But deep inside I know we’re through.
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you,
I guess we were too naive
Believing it would work
Why didn’t I see,
that anda were such a jerk?
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you
In the future we might get another chance
Maybe, it was just a short romance
Then what I’m feeling is really wrong
I felt I had to write this quite silly song.
What am I to say?
I really didn’t think it would end this way
At the time I believed that anda would show
But after half an jam I really had to go
And if I see anda again
I would not smile
In fact I think I’d cry for a while
And so I say goodbye to anda
Knowing, anda feel the same way too.
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I can’t sit around, cry and wait for you
Change is never easy
But what am I supposed to do?
I refuse to sit around, cry and wait for you
Author's Note: "Look, now I am going to tell anda a story of the life of Rosemary Vega a.k.a me."
I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at Penulisan stories, Singing like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I Cinta to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer atau a voice actress.
I am interested in bintang Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My kegemaran pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.
Thank anda for giving me your time to read this article! :D
I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at Penulisan stories, Singing like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I Cinta to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer atau a voice actress.
I am interested in bintang Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My kegemaran pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.
Thank anda for giving me your time to read this article! :D
Alone!
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright orange tan
But then one hari she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The seterusnya hari at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a utama tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had berkata
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do anda think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright orange tan
But then one hari she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The seterusnya hari at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a utama tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had berkata
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do anda think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
You
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing anda whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize anda are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift anda once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 minit later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing anda whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize anda are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift anda once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 minit later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
your mistakes don't define you, now. they don't tell anda who you're not, atau who anda can never be. what's it take to get anda to say you'll try? you've got to live this life like it's the only one you've got. what would anda say, what would anda do, if this was your last day? so, anda found out today that life's not the same. not quite as good as yesterday.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think anda need to know that, of all the Warna that anda shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. anda should think about what anda do, befor anda do it, over and over again. i know anda feel alone, that know one can figure anda out, but anda sould know that we just Cinta to see anda smile.i know anda feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help anda come back.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think anda need to know that, of all the Warna that anda shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. anda should think about what anda do, befor anda do it, over and over again. i know anda feel alone, that know one can figure anda out, but anda sould know that we just Cinta to see anda smile.i know anda feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help anda come back.
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If anda don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
anda and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Friends had to like anda a lot
and anda felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
anda think you're mr. I'm so cool
but anda used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people anda love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made anda feel much better.
But the fight we had,
anda berkata was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell anda gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
anda and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Friends had to like anda a lot
and anda felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
anda think you're mr. I'm so cool
but anda used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people anda love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made anda feel much better.
But the fight we had,
anda berkata was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell anda gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!