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Name: Kristin
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: San Antonio
Gender: Female
Interests: Music keeps me somewhat sane. fire, the smell of rain, camping, looking at the stars, car rides when i need to sleep, the smell of the country, sleeping with my window down, closets, sitting on stairs, anything outside, boy meets world, stuffed animals, feeling sand between my feet, strawberries, bright green, odd numbers, clovers, smiley faces, the word "wow", beanies, freezing cold lakes with awesome friends, stars, sitting on the roof, lots of pillows, walking around aimlessly, stiting on the floor in a crowded room staing at the floor waiting for someone to ask me what im doing, singing in the middle of the hallway at school, grey, thunderstaorms, thoughts of breaking away from here, being curious, picnic tables, hoodies, making new friends, soccer, zoning out at just the right time, forgetting bad things, playing in the rain, bonfres, camps, exploring, being scared but only for a little while, speaking my mind, not sleeping because i forgot to, mountains, "far away", scary movies
Expertise: thinking up really believable things on the spot
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  punkymunky319
Member Since:
11/19/2005
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| "For such a pretty girl
You give it an awfully, an awfully dirty home
No, I'm not sleeping with love anymore
She's not really my type
And she takes up too much space in bed at night"
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| A broken heart thats still beating.
I swore I'd never fall in love again. | | |
| I hope that every step reminds you of the ones you left. Be strong for me, I'll be strong for you. Save your ammunition for someone else,
I'm all second chances. Maybe everyones to blame
cause i cant fall in love to save
all the world or anyone else. Story of my life. I can't love you like you want me to. I say those god damn kids got nothing on me
They just laugh and dance at insecurities
Well I know who I am
Do you know who I am?
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| Ben Folds lyrics- Late Under some dirty words on a dirty wall
Eating takeout by myself
I played the shows
Got back in the van and put the Walkman on
And you were playing
In some other dive a thousand miles away
I played a thousand times before
And like pathetic stars, the truck stops and the rock club walls
I always knew
You saw them too
But you never will again
It's too late
Don't you know
It's been too late
For a long time
Elliott, man, you played a fine guitar
And some dirty basketball
The songs you wrote
Got me through a lot
Just wanna tell you that
But it's too late
It's too late
No, don't you know
it's been too late
for a long time
Oh no
Things were looking up
Least that's what I heard
Oh no
Someone came and washed away your hard-earned
Peace of mind
When desperate static beats the silence up
A quiet truth to calm you down
The songs you wrote
Got me through a lot
Just wanna tell you that
But it's too late
It's too late
No, don't you know
It's been too late
For a long time
It's too late
It's too late
No, don't you know
It's been too late
For a long time
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| This is sorry for the last time. | | |
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