I must not love you anymore
Because I can listen to
What used to be
Our favorite song
I can get past the first verse
Without crying
And when she sings those high notes
I don't have the urge to call you
And ask if you still know the lyrics
I must not love you anymore
Because this song no longer makes sense
I promise, love
I am no longer bitter
You've made me, oh
You've made me better
I can only hope
That she will love your smile
Just the same
Or maybe not
Maybe you will smile more
In her presence
I hope she does not take it for granted
As I have some days
Although some could say
It was you who forgot
How to love
But she better be the one
That changes you into a man
The one you would always speak about
What's his name again?
Say it out loud
And don't forget it
Oh, I hope you make her proud
Buy her flowers please
Yellow, Red, White, Blue
Anything, anything
Just let her know who you are
Let her be the one
To take your w
I must not love you anymore
Because I can listen to
What used to be
Our favorite song
I can get past the first verse
Without crying
And when she sings those high notes
I don't have the urge to call you
And ask if you still know the lyrics
I must not love you anymore
Because this song no longer makes sense
So I just finished my second semester of the two-year Interface Design program at school. I've got one year left then I'm free, for a while. I'll probably end up "furthering my education" later, but I think I deserve a break after this program. So far it's been great, it really has. For a million different reasons. And I guess I wouldn't really change a thing, except for this one crazy bitch professor we had. Hopefully we never have to see her face again. She was truly the worst instructor I've ever come across in my life.
Well I'll try to keep you guys updated, but I probably won't.
Have a great life!