I'm dying... well...
yay. i don't think i can go out this weekend.
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oh well.
it seems, according to my principal, that i will not graduate this year.
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FUCK YOU KAMEHAMEHA HIGH SCHOOL KAPALAMA CAMPUS...they should have told me that a long time ago. i would have stopped wasting my time and just go to Pearl City.
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what a fuckin' awesome day.
Lyrics for "Calluses prod by Malakai"
Calluses:
lyrics by Ceschi Ramos
music by Malakai
written March 2005
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it's been long enough now
that i can laugh about it
without tear jerks
or suicidal notes
and although life's changed
my feet won't stop moving
and calluses just continue to cover my whole being...
i thought i loved you then
i know i love you now
and i wont forget a single second of the time we spent
little boo I'll never be able to just replace you
by taking your photos from out of my wallet
and wallowing in my own sorrow for hours
what a fucking joke...
another half truth...
jumping out of the mouth of an idiot that still cares for you
as much as the first day that he met you
and as much as he regrets to tell you
he'd stop rapping in the third person if he could only smell you
well you
could have been better at telling the truth about how you felt
but
i should have focused my energy on being someone else
who would have listened to every word that you could possibly utter
and follow up promises even when obstacles seemed to be stuck inbetween summer covers
i miss
the
moments when thinking was optional
total bliss,
love
at its pinnacle
seeping throughout our bodies
and then some
when we became one
there wasn't a single force in the world that could shake us
and now im dead sure
that I was dead on
that we should be together til death
and then some
that you were drop dead beautiful
im never dead wrong
or else
id be dead and gone
and there'd be no dreaded song
i'd just be headed along
with you between my temples
finger painting fictional flowers throughout my mental
overpowered but gentle
sweeter than sour tempered
just fiending for an hour when we could be back together
but evil convenience was easier than love
in fact....most everything is easier than love
it's wack
but I guess that every human being deserves it
for being born with mortal sin
all torn up in
stomachs and aching bones
i know that you could never just stomach these aching moans
disguised as faking poems
but It's the only way I'll come to grips with what went wrong
it's the only way i'll clear my throat of these bent frogs
and it's embarassing sometimes - i know
but i hope that listeners realize that this pain stems from growth
well here's that third verse that I usually cut from songs
and maybe it's a symbol of me finally moving on
or maybe it just means that i never want to let go
or possibly it's signifying loss of self control
and a last desperate attempt to reach what's missing from my soul
with a few pitiful words that won't even graze her earlobes
but i'll give it a shot though
and rock slow enough so she can know whats up
just not fold her arms and say
"he's nuts, he's crazy, he's making it tough"
i hope she knows I give a fuck
more than HIV penises and pussies on hollywood sluts
im sorry for not giving up
im sorry for caring too much
im sorry for giving apologies so many times that Im stuck in a rut
I wish that this could be the last time that i said love
and sometimes wishes come true
so now this song is done
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