It's the Only One You've Got
Thanks Jay for making sure I found it on the cd
Make sure you listen to the words people
Bad quality video, but you get the drift and if not get with it
Lyrics to the song:
http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/3_doors_down_lyrics_712/3_doors_down_lyrics_78803/its_the_only_one_youve_got_lyrics_781172.html
- I blog about what directly happens to me...not grapevine stuff. If I wasn't there...I'm unaware. Still, I can't please everyone.
- Lately I feel as though I'm being bounced around like a rubber ball. Never knowing where I'll fall. Just absorbing it all.
- I hate tags on my shirts. I have to cut them off everything. They annoy me to no end.
- I have a disease to please. Make people happy. Be useful, helpful, even if it means being used or taken advantage of. I want to find love.
- Damn Orange Juice is tasty.
- I've made mistakes...I've tried to fix them. No one is perfect right?
- It's hard to be someone's friend...you feel more for. But I'm trying.
- I never want to lose my curiosity. I ask a lot of questions. Please forgive me. Especially, if I pry or get too personal. I hear that a lot.
- I swear on baseball, I wasn't looking. I admit I hesitated before looking away though. But every time I survey the room, I can't help but notice if a girl is bending over and I get an eye full. A girl has to know if she is showing cleavage and she has to be doing it on purpose. It's not like it just happens once, it's been happening over and over. It's not my fault, especially when it's in an environment where it's obviously inappropriate. I'm not complaining. I could care less either way. I'm just wondering...asking my female readers if you know what's going on when this happens? Are you just not thinking? It's not like they're working for tips or trying to impress anyone.
- I use to feel like I was an outsider at work. I still am. However, I'm beginning to discover that there are a lot of fractions and clics there. People who don't like each other and although it's funny and refreshing. I still hate it, because I wish it wasn't so.
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