Im such a fuckin baby!
Ok so i was driving home from work today... its about a 30 minute drive so i popped in my Story Of The Year cd Page Avenue to listen to on the way home. And song 2 came up, for those of you that dont know that is titled "Until The Day I Die". About 30 seconds after singing along i get tears in my eyes!!! This is all because it reminded me of my girlfriend Hanna. There is a long story behind it and i shall share it later on in the post... but here are the lyrics for the song if you want em:
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
As years go by
I race the clock with you
But if you died right now
You know that I'd die to
I'd die too
You remind me of the times
When I knew who I was (When I knew who I was)
But still the second hand will catch us
Like it always does.
Well make the same mistakes
I'll Take the fall for you
I hope you need this now
cuz I know I still do.
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Should I bite my tongue
Until blood soaks my shirt?
We'll never fall apart
so Tell me why this hurts so much
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
But still we'll say, "remember when"
Just like we always do, just like we always do
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Yeah I'd spill my heart!!!!!!
Yeah I'd spill my heart, for you!!!!!!!
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
mistakes like friends do,
my hands are at your throat
and I think I hate you
we made the same mistakes.
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
Until the day I die!!!!!!
*tear* lol
So the story is Hanna and I are seperated... all because i cant keep it in my pants and she couldn't either is the short story (no pun intended... lol) But the long story is this:
I fell in love with a girl named Hanna, the only problem is that she is 15 years old... but this girl is perfect the definition of perfection is hanna. She is the only girl for me and everything that she does/is is perfection. Now i am 19 years old, but what is 4 years when you are like 90? So we fell in love and decided that we wanted to have sex. So we did and her mom found out. So her mom called the cops and i almost went to jail for stagatory rape. But lucky for me the washington state law is that you have to be less then 48 months older. Guess who is only 47 months older
So i didn't go to jail lucky for me. But the shitty side is that i cant see hanna until she is 18. And even worse then that is i cant even talk to her till she is 18 either! No phone calls, text messages, emails... nada. :'( it sucks so much ass. So every little thing works me up now a days, this happened exactly a week ago today when she was ripped apart from me... and there is nothing i can do but cry i guess. Im not expecting your sympathy... its just a fucking blog. But you know thats the story i guess. Im trying to find ways to contact her, but her mom is watching me like a fucking hawk! I cant even have a picture of us together as my display picture on msn messinger... i was thinking about burning her a cd (i have to go get my stuff... i.e. my bass! lol) and on the end of a track say a little message... is that too risky? I dont even know if her mom would check that shit or not... i dont know if you actually took the time to read this nonsence then let me know, or if you have other ideas, i just need to tell this girl that i love her one last time and that ill wait forever for her.
Ok so i was driving home from work today... its about a 30 minute drive so i popped in my Story Of The Year cd Page Avenue to listen to on the way home. And song 2 came up, for those of you that dont know that is titled "Until The Day I Die". About 30 seconds after singing along i get tears in my eyes!!! This is all because it reminded me of my girlfriend Hanna. There is a long story behind it and i shall share it later on in the post... but here are the lyrics for the song if you want em:
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
As years go by
I race the clock with you
But if you died right now
You know that I'd die to
I'd die too
You remind me of the times
When I knew who I was (When I knew who I was)
But still the second hand will catch us
Like it always does.
Well make the same mistakes
I'll Take the fall for you
I hope you need this now
cuz I know I still do.
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Should I bite my tongue
Until blood soaks my shirt?
We'll never fall apart
so Tell me why this hurts so much
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
But still we'll say, "remember when"
Just like we always do, just like we always do
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Yeah I'd spill my heart!!!!!!
Yeah I'd spill my heart, for you!!!!!!!
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
mistakes like friends do,
my hands are at your throat
and I think I hate you
we made the same mistakes.
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
Until the day I die!!!!!!
*tear* lol
So the story is Hanna and I are seperated... all because i cant keep it in my pants and she couldn't either is the short story (no pun intended... lol) But the long story is this:
I fell in love with a girl named Hanna, the only problem is that she is 15 years old... but this girl is perfect the definition of perfection is hanna. She is the only girl for me and everything that she does/is is perfection. Now i am 19 years old, but what is 4 years when you are like 90? So we fell in love and decided that we wanted to have sex. So we did and her mom found out. So her mom called the cops and i almost went to jail for stagatory rape. But lucky for me the washington state law is that you have to be less then 48 months older. Guess who is only 47 months older
So i didn't go to jail lucky for me. But the shitty side is that i cant see hanna until she is 18. And even worse then that is i cant even talk to her till she is 18 either! No phone calls, text messages, emails... nada. :'( it sucks so much ass. So every little thing works me up now a days, this happened exactly a week ago today when she was ripped apart from me... and there is nothing i can do but cry i guess. Im not expecting your sympathy... its just a fucking blog. But you know thats the story i guess. Im trying to find ways to contact her, but her mom is watching me like a fucking hawk! I cant even have a picture of us together as my display picture on msn messinger... i was thinking about burning her a cd (i have to go get my stuff... i.e. my bass! lol) and on the end of a track say a little message... is that too risky? I dont even know if her mom would check that shit or not... i dont know if you actually took the time to read this nonsence then let me know, or if you have other ideas, i just need to tell this girl that i love her one last time and that ill wait forever for her.
how much shit do you get in for contacting/having contact with her? 'cause depending on what happens to you if you get caught depends on what you should/shouldn't do.
smooth with the "less than/greater than" thing.
and dude, that hickey is sooo gross!!!
also, i love how new you are, i was the same way when i started, come into my journal to reply to things i've said to you. it's done the same way as you leave a comment in your own.