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remember today.

i have no respect for you.

Created on 2003-07-14 21:29:22 (#1183375), last updated 2004-06-10

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Name:	bekkah
Birthdate:	12-12
Location:	omaha, Nebraska, United States

Bio

I'm Bekkah.
I'm bored.
I'm short.
I like boys.
I like to party.
Live life to the fullest.

<--i LUV-->
Tha Bitchez
[ jilliaan ][ leasie ][ sammie ][ tiffany ][ spanky ][ mo ][ katie ][ leslie ][ molly ]

Tha Boyz
[ matthew ][ jordan k ][ jacob john ][ tim ][ greg ][ kevin ][ brock ][ jake r ][ keith ][ nick ][ david r ][ matt ]

Millionaire say
Got a big shot deal
And thrown it all away but
But I'm not too sure
How I'm supposed to feel
Or what I'm supposed to say
But I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle every day
And I miss you love

Make room for the prey
'Cause I'm coming in
With what I wanna say but
It's gonna hurt
And I love the pain
A breeding ground for hate but...

I'm not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
Like the one that just past
In the crowds of all the people

Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you love
And I miss use love

I love the way you love
But I hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back

silverchair 'miss you love'

Twas the night of party
And all through the town
No pigs were stirring,
No coppers around.

Twas the night of party
The joints were all rolled
And piled high in their stacks
With hopes that by midnight, we'd be stoned to the max.

We drank Southern Comfort,
And smoked Panama Red.
While visions of lights,
Enlightened our heads.

All of a sudden, there came a knock at the door
"It's a bust" we all yelled
And the freaks hit the floor.

But what to our red glossy eyes should appear
But a pound of Columbian, and two kegs of beer.

The man at the door
gave us a jolly good smile
So we invited him in to party awhile.

He sat in the corner
and started to roll
So we filled up his beer mug
and sparked up a bowl.

We heard him exclaim
as he flew through the sky
"Marijuana to all, and to all a good high!"

My journal is FRiENDS ONLY. So please comment, and I will probably add you back.

-xOx- bekkah