it used to hurt to be kicked in the ribs and slammed against a wall but i'm just too fight club for the world now. i'm too sore to care about how youre not really sorry and you wont ever be. i wish this was a metaphor for my head or heart or something, but i'm all black and blue. oh not the sad blue; the calm blue which hurts when i touch it.
arthur currie seems really awesome, he totally owned the first world war and apparently canada really helped out the allies. i cant really say though, since it might be because i'm reading a canadian history textbook and you know how people are and can be when they wont be opposed.
i love studying for history but i absolutely hate science projects. even though i get to dress up as an angel tree and talk about deforestation.
history is something that proves to you that things could be much worse.
science is something that proves to you that things are going to be much worse.
September 30, 2008
- September 30, 2008
- RosesAtSunset
- No Comments
Add your thoughts
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.
Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!