WHAT A FUCKING LIFE.

Betcha Gon' Know


    Whoa, welcome to a day of my life, day of my life
    Memoirs of an imperfect angel...
    Whoa, welcome, welcome, welcome to a day of my life
    Memoirs of an imperfect angel...

    Thought the lights were low
    I could see you both in a lover's silhouette
    And my heart stood still, I just froze right there
    Staring down at her red dress
    So I bolted out the door, jumped right into the car
    It's too dangerous to be in the vicinity of where you are
    Rolled down all the windows just so I could breathe
    Can't believe you just actually did this shit to me
    I'm goin' about a hundred, mascara runnin'
    Laughing out of anger, but it don't strike me as funny
    Been too good to you I've been virtuous and true
    To have something like this happen in my own bedroom

    Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
    When I get you back
    Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
    And your heart's been cracked
    Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
    When we fade to black
    How it feels for real
    And you see your whole world collapse
    And I'm gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh
    And I'm gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh
    And I'm gon' laugh right in your face boy
    Betcha gon' know, know how it feels...

    So I pulled to the side of the road to fix my face
    But I can't cover with makeup what my tears want to erase
    I wake up in a haze, morning dew and sun rays
    As I drive I hide my eyes behind my black Cavalli shades
    A block from the house slowly creep in the driveway
    Tip-tow through the door, but you're there, wide awake
    You're like 'Where you been?'
    I'm like 'Sorry but I feel asleep on Jasmine's sofa.
    I could've sworn that Rae Rae called you and hold ya'
    You like 'You OK', I'm like 'MM I'm all right
    A little sleep and I'll be fine'
    But if you only knew what was the back of my mind
    Already stung but you really gon' fine out in time, Oh I

    Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
    When I get you back
    Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
    And your heart's been cracked
    Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
    When we fade to black
    How it feels for real
    And you see your whole world collapse

    This is for real, for real, for real
    Oprah Winfrey whole segment for real for real
    20/10 Barbara Walters for real for real
    60 minutes for real
    (Baby)
    I had all my trust in you and
    Look at waht you put me through
    (You got me all crazy)
    Somewhere down the line you gon' get what you deserve
    You fuckin' jerk
    (you were supposed to save me
    My sweet baby
    But now we're fading away)

    But you're gonna know how this feels
    Even if it's the last thing I ever do...
    To be continued...

就像他喜歡她，她喜歡他，但他又喜歡她
或是每人的審美和個性不同雖無法勉強但總會有所謂充場面的面具出現稱作虛偽
老實說我不太認同這一點，但卻又無可奈何的跟著這種情勢走下去

有時要求挺高似乎也是自虐的一種方式
但還好我不會變成像某人般的故意炫耀和做作
處於這樣的氣氛下不知怎麼總覺得說起來會有種東西噎在喉口
我不喜歡有人太過於自信跟自滿，因為最好先秤秤自己到底有幾兩重
這個世界太大太遙遠比你們更值得得到肯定的實在是太多只是你們自己不知道
就像一坨在某條街某條路上某家門口某一條野狗剛大出來熱騰騰的新鮮便便
過了一下它就會冷掉甚至是被人掃走丟到垃圾桶