lets pretend like none of this had happen.I don't know much about, too much of my old manI know he walked right out the door we never saw him againLast I heard he was at the bar doing himself inI know I got that same disease, I guess I got that from himit might be awkard for us but faking it was the last resort.This is the story of my old manJust like his father before himI'm telling you do anything you canSo you don't end up just like them, like themthere wasnt a choice at the first place.Monday he woke up and hated lifeDrank until Wednesday and left his wifeThursday thru Saturday lost everythingWoke up on Sunday miserable againits all your bloody fucking fault, dad.I remember baseball games and working on the carHe told me that he loved me and that I would go farshowed me how to work hard and stick up for myselfI wish he wasn't too hard to listen to himselfAND, that bitch, of course.This is the story of my old manJust like his father before himI'm telling you do anything you canSo you don't end up just like them, like themso now its all between us.Monday he woke up and hated lifeDrank until Wednesday and left his wifeThursday thru Saturday lost everythingWoke up on Sunday miserable againi'll keep my words only if you keep yours.Someday he'll wish that he made things rightLong for his family and miss his wifeRemember the days he had everythingNow he's alone and miserable againbut i really don't mind if you choose to walk out that door.-good charlotte(my old man)
woah, farewell was a blast.perc. section rocks, hell yeah :DDgonna miss dorothy and priscilla and ee ling and kah min,and all the other sec fours man(:and fuck, you just have to spoil my day.nothing is ever gonna be right with you around.the door is wide open.so please, leave. just shut up and go.we can still survive without you.AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.bribe me, threaten me.its not gonna work.
(Got this frm my bro's gerlfren blog)
