2004-03-11���9:14 p.m.

most days I am ok. Today I am not. Its the little things. I am going to Detroit to see HIM in concert. I wanted to write her and tell her but I cant. She has me locked out of her diary so I can only assume that she isent going to read this. So this is what it is like. I dont like it.

So I lied and said that I'm okay

Cause there's the way you are

and the way I wish you were

And what you want and what you say you want

are both different answers

I was standing here waiting,

my hands and knees shaking

for the one I thought was you

And you gave it away like it was nothing at all

so tell me will I ever see you again?

Will I?