My second to last performance

I can't exactly describe the thoughts going through my head homecoming night. Thoughts of anger, grief, but most of all this sort of bittersweet regret. The fact that my highschool expierence was almost over I have one more homecoming dance left before I graduate. I should have been having fun and dancing with my friends etc. I couldn't maybe it was the fact that the guy that I liked ignored me the whole night. Maybe, it was my friend Lorraine who at her worst can be seen as a parasite feeding off someone's life force. Which is kind of what she did to me Friday night. Fifi and Johnny were fighting like usual. Attwood and Blondie were dancing ALL NIGHT then again they are dating........but whatever. I was just angry and hell I'm still angry this was my best dress to date and my worst homecoming. Last year my date looked like a penguin so I guess it's better to go alone. Then, again to all singletons out there does anyone notice the pity looks that you receive when you go to a dance stag? Anyway I sure you guys have totally enjoyed my ranting like a mad woman. I'll let you guys have a pick brigitte's destiny moment and ponder how these lyrics go along with the memory.

I hear she's kickin ass across the board and rock two hundred thousand higher scorer
Just in time to save the world of being taken over
She's a warrior
I couldn't play again because the game it never end it never even landed on the can
And never let me in to spend my quarter
There's no love for me no more

Say it isn't so
How she easily come, how she easy go
Please don't tell her that I miss her
Because I don't

She was the girl with the broadest shoulders
But she would die before I crawled over them
She is taller than I am
She knew I wouldn't mind the view there
Or the altitude with a mouth full of air
She let me down and doubt came out until the now became later

Say that it isn't so
How she easily come, how she easy go
Please don't tell her that I've been meaning to miss her
Because I don't
Not for her
It's not that I'm mad to forgive
Forget what I said

That I'm crazy like the rest of us
And I'm crazier when I'm next to her, ha

So why after the all of everything that came and went
I care enough to still be singing of the bitter end and broken eras
I told you I don't but
I am only trying to be the best with my intent to cure
The rest is sure to lay me ease the plural hurts of the words of reverse psychology
That's easier said
Easier than done
Please don't dare tell her what I've become
Please don't mention all the attention I have drawn
Please don't bother cause she'll feel guilty when I'm gone

Because I'm crazy like the rest of us
And I'm crazier when I'm next to her
And it's amazing how she's self-assured
And I know she'd hate me if she knew my words
Do I hurt anymore
Do I hurt, well
I don't

When I'm lying in my bed, I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me. Steven Patrick Morrissey