Dizzy:
As I weaved through the crowded hallways, I focussed on the rhythm of my footsteps. I was lost. It was as if I was a new student oder something. Now that Annabella was gone, the hallways made me dizzy with fear. When you're with your best friend, nothing matters. When Du know you'll never see her again, not even a faint light of happiness appears at the end of the freight tunnel.
I'm still me, I reminded myself. But who was I? Before knew it, a bib of tears flooded down my chest. I hear red-headed Abigail whisper to Elisa. Faint words saying, 'They're actually crying?' I wished those faint words was the faint light at the end of the tunnel. And if I was sitting, I'd sink down into my sitz and cover my eyes like a three Jahr old, as if that made it so no one could see me. But I was standing there and it was all I could do to refrain myself from punching erdbeere Short Cake, otherwise known as Abigail, in the nose. Mama didn't like it when I was violent, and I knew looking down on me, I might get struck Von lightning oder something. So I did what I could do and I cried.
The glocke rings and I hit my head on the closest locker. I cannot go to class like this, I thought. My eyes were red, and I was dizzy. Which would make Papa the most furious? Skipping class oder getting a call from my teacher, stating in a questioning and confused voices; Carson is in the middle of a hangover..? Yeah, me the angelic nerd. I was a nerd. Annabella didn't mind. Her different IQ level didn't affect anything, but things changed.... oder did I change?
I decided I would leave and go home. I was sick. Sick of life where Annabella is half way across the country. But Papa could think I was a different kind of sick for all I cared. I would not face Mr. Calliway, my teacher, Weiter period, with last weeks' Home work he was allowing me to turn in a little late not even started. I hadn't done any homework, in fact. Yeah me; the nerd. Mrs. Lloyd even asked my dad if anything was going on that she should know about. As if my dad even cared. Let's face it, he cares Mehr about Cleetus, our hound dog than me.
I walked to the nurses office. I borrowed Ethan's lighter. Ethan was one of them. Them, I didn't know I was becoming one of them. He thought differently before he witnessed the fact that I did not want the lighter for the reason he does. I did not have cigarettes. And I wish I could say I did not want them. I gingerly lighted a cup of water. I observed it as it boiled. Ethan and them stared. I drank it and it burned my throat. I felt my esophogaus melting. I did not feel my heart. I liked pain. I was emo. Yeah, me; the nerd.
I sank down in one of the harsh, cold chairs. The nurse acts as if she doesn't see me. She must think she's hallucinating; Carson, the nerd, leaving early for the first time in the two years I'd been here at Kiser Middle.
I think about clearing my throat but I do not have to. My too-close-to-melted esophogaus
speaks for me and lets out a vicious and sickly cough. It sounded different than someone with a cold, it sounded like my insides hissing at my emotional self. The nurse displays a suspicious look on her face, but passes me a thermometer. I got away with the hiss instead of cough because I am just a nerd. I would never do anything wrong. Of course Carson Lee would never be up to anything suspicious.
As I weaved through the crowded hallways, I focussed on the rhythm of my footsteps. I was lost. It was as if I was a new student oder something. Now that Annabella was gone, the hallways made me dizzy with fear. When you're with your best friend, nothing matters. When Du know you'll never see her again, not even a faint light of happiness appears at the end of the freight tunnel.
I'm still me, I reminded myself. But who was I? Before knew it, a bib of tears flooded down my chest. I hear red-headed Abigail whisper to Elisa. Faint words saying, 'They're actually crying?' I wished those faint words was the faint light at the end of the tunnel. And if I was sitting, I'd sink down into my sitz and cover my eyes like a three Jahr old, as if that made it so no one could see me. But I was standing there and it was all I could do to refrain myself from punching erdbeere Short Cake, otherwise known as Abigail, in the nose. Mama didn't like it when I was violent, and I knew looking down on me, I might get struck Von lightning oder something. So I did what I could do and I cried.
The glocke rings and I hit my head on the closest locker. I cannot go to class like this, I thought. My eyes were red, and I was dizzy. Which would make Papa the most furious? Skipping class oder getting a call from my teacher, stating in a questioning and confused voices; Carson is in the middle of a hangover..? Yeah, me the angelic nerd. I was a nerd. Annabella didn't mind. Her different IQ level didn't affect anything, but things changed.... oder did I change?
I decided I would leave and go home. I was sick. Sick of life where Annabella is half way across the country. But Papa could think I was a different kind of sick for all I cared. I would not face Mr. Calliway, my teacher, Weiter period, with last weeks' Home work he was allowing me to turn in a little late not even started. I hadn't done any homework, in fact. Yeah me; the nerd. Mrs. Lloyd even asked my dad if anything was going on that she should know about. As if my dad even cared. Let's face it, he cares Mehr about Cleetus, our hound dog than me.
I walked to the nurses office. I borrowed Ethan's lighter. Ethan was one of them. Them, I didn't know I was becoming one of them. He thought differently before he witnessed the fact that I did not want the lighter for the reason he does. I did not have cigarettes. And I wish I could say I did not want them. I gingerly lighted a cup of water. I observed it as it boiled. Ethan and them stared. I drank it and it burned my throat. I felt my esophogaus melting. I did not feel my heart. I liked pain. I was emo. Yeah, me; the nerd.
I sank down in one of the harsh, cold chairs. The nurse acts as if she doesn't see me. She must think she's hallucinating; Carson, the nerd, leaving early for the first time in the two years I'd been here at Kiser Middle.
I think about clearing my throat but I do not have to. My too-close-to-melted esophogaus
speaks for me and lets out a vicious and sickly cough. It sounded different than someone with a cold, it sounded like my insides hissing at my emotional self. The nurse displays a suspicious look on her face, but passes me a thermometer. I got away with the hiss instead of cough because I am just a nerd. I would never do anything wrong. Of course Carson Lee would never be up to anything suspicious.
I'm sat at home
In my cardboard box
I'm scared to death
So I cuddle my socks
I hear the key turn in the door
Fear swells inside of me
My hope plummets through the floor
I peep outside my little box
In time to see my daddy roar
I'm worried now, I realise
Because he's angry I notice now
That what I'm seeing with swollen eyes
I don't know when I don't know how
It may be the last thing I ever see
This may be the last of me
I see his boots come closer, so I shriek
My bruises hurt Mehr than ever
He picks me up, I feel so weak
He shakes me now and calls me worthless
I just want him to Liebe me
I just want him to know me
But the broken bottle is against my chest
And is thrust through my cotton vest
Into my heart, the pain is fire
I see myself as I float higher
Now my vision is rimmed with darkness
The end is near, I feel its presence
I just wish that I could tell him
I Liebe him, but his Liebe is dim
In my cardboard box
I'm scared to death
So I cuddle my socks
I hear the key turn in the door
Fear swells inside of me
My hope plummets through the floor
I peep outside my little box
In time to see my daddy roar
I'm worried now, I realise
Because he's angry I notice now
That what I'm seeing with swollen eyes
I don't know when I don't know how
It may be the last thing I ever see
This may be the last of me
I see his boots come closer, so I shriek
My bruises hurt Mehr than ever
He picks me up, I feel so weak
He shakes me now and calls me worthless
I just want him to Liebe me
I just want him to know me
But the broken bottle is against my chest
And is thrust through my cotton vest
Into my heart, the pain is fire
I see myself as I float higher
Now my vision is rimmed with darkness
The end is near, I feel its presence
I just wish that I could tell him
I Liebe him, but his Liebe is dim
He gives me sight,
Saves me from evil's bite,
Holds me when I cry,
Always Von my side.
My last breath is taken and gegeben to him,
He saves me from the storm I'm in,
He saves me and calls me his,
Have him when I'm in a crisis.
Jesus is everything.
Everything to me,
Helping me see,
Stealing my heart,
Oh how I hate being apart.
Stand here and be moved Von him,
To feel him in my veins,
To feel him inside of me.
My friend,
My helper,
The great shrink,
I am proud to be part of his link.
Blown away Von his grace,
Blessed Von his mercy,
Oh how he carries.
Holds every tear in his hand,
Wipes away our sorrows,
For a better tomorrow.
from:sponge bob
wirtten by:sponge bob
gitarre by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if Du think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if Du just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if Du think that we cant sing it faster then Du wrong but itll help if Du just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if Du just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END
wirtten by:sponge bob
gitarre by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if Du think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if Du just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if Du think that we cant sing it faster then Du wrong but itll help if Du just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if Du just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END
It’s raining on my window pane,
Inside this house looks so lame.
I’m so funny, so bored hunni.
Nothing much to do but to be a horn dog,
Being bored makes me write in my log.
Are we counting up oder down?
Nothing seems to go around.
Boredom, Du don’t like him.
Boredom, Du wanna shoot him.
Don’t make that move.
Du get in trouble when looking for fun,
Du get so tired when the Tag is done.
Soon as Du get in bed,
Du remember what should be done instead.
Just forget the problem.
Get a goodnight sleep and dream.
Forget about the boring adventure,
Du should’ve discovered something in nature.
Boredom, forget them.
Boredom, sleep before the morning.
Inside this house looks so lame.
I’m so funny, so bored hunni.
Nothing much to do but to be a horn dog,
Being bored makes me write in my log.
Are we counting up oder down?
Nothing seems to go around.
Boredom, Du don’t like him.
Boredom, Du wanna shoot him.
Don’t make that move.
Du get in trouble when looking for fun,
Du get so tired when the Tag is done.
Soon as Du get in bed,
Du remember what should be done instead.
Just forget the problem.
Get a goodnight sleep and dream.
Forget about the boring adventure,
Du should’ve discovered something in nature.
Boredom, forget them.
Boredom, sleep before the morning.