[Tom verse 1]
In Berlin she kept a tin,
Which all our hopes and dreams were in,
She plans to run away with him, forever, (never to be seen again)
Leaves a note and starts to choke,
And feel the lump thats in her troat,
It's raining and she leaves her coat in silence.
We're sorry but we disagree
The boys learning can't you see
We're drowning sins and misery
Ripping about the history
[chorus Dougie]
People marching to the drums,
Everybodys having fun to the sound of love,
Ugly is the world we're in
If i'm right and prove me wrong
I'm stunned (to find a place we belong)
Who is your lover,
I couldn't tell,
When hell freezes over,
Thats when i tell,
Who is your lover,
I couldn't tell,
When will this stop.
[Tom verse 2]
Racing,
Pacing,
In the dark,
She's searching for a lonely heart,
She finds him but his heart had stoped,
She breaks down.
Sorry but your majesty,
Refusing orders from the queen
Has upset her monstrosity
[Harry]
Remembers a voice and hears him sing
[chorus Dougie]
People marching to the drums,
Everybodys having fun to the sound of love,
Ugly is the world we're all in
Move from right and prove me wrong
I'm stunned (to find a place we belong)
Who is your lover,
I couldn't tell,
When hell freezes over,
Thats when i tell,
Who is your lover,
I couldn't tell,
When will this stop.
[guitar solo]
People marching to the drums,
Everybodys having fun to the sound of love,
Ugly is the world we're all in
Move from right and prove me wrong
I'm stunned (to find a place we belong)
Who is your lover,
I couldn't tell,
When hell freezes over,
Thats when i tell,
Who is your lover,
I couldn't tell,
When will this stop.
The real me.....I like lieing in fields & watching the clouds go by, dreaming about my first kiss with true love & wondering who he is, smelling fresh washing & hanging it out on the line, trying on new clothes & never buying them, standing in the middle of car parks & wondering which way is north, spending time with Swaffle altho i know its wrong, laughing at people who fall over while trying to help them up, brushing my hair by my mirror, feeling wet grass in my toes, danceing in my room alone, getting naked & sleeping on my floor, bashing around on an invisable drum kit, dreaming of my old friends & wondering what there like, telling men i love them when truely i just lie.....this is the real me...i will not deny..
Arghh! I h8 arogent twats who cant be arsed to read im NOT (notice cap locks) Betty! Im LIZZIE!..say it with me..lllliiiizzzzzzziiieeeeee.....L.I.Z.Z.I.E! ARGHH! Fucking twats..scuze my language...not my french i h8 that saying 'scuze my french' u dont hear the french going round saying 'fuck, bitch, cunt, twat' (altho if they did that would be a sight) No they dont so stop saying it ahhhhh grr....im so pissed off..i need anger management...but they would just piss me off more "Well Miss Hargreaves we think your just a lil too angry"..eh?..."WHY THE FUCK U THINK IM HERE? TO LOOK AT UR PRETTY FLOWERS ON THE DEST WHICH PROB COST HOW EVER FUCKING THIS REDICULUS INTERVIEW OF WHICH YOU TELLING ME WHAT I KNOW, COSTS..NO! TELL ME SOMETHING TO 'MANAGE' THIS HENCE UR FUCKING NAME!" AND! why do people keep comeing up to me & telling me im a whore..which im not Betty is, who ever the fuck betty is..i made it up OK! just random shit & if i was a whore i wouldent need some farty tarty twat telling me so! So shut up & go eat cat food! Cuz cats are basterds & this whole blog envolves around thoes people who must be in that case a bastard..i dont know what im talking about any more oh shut up, go away! blahga....
Lizzie (L.I.Z.Z.I.E)
Sorry 4 bad spelling im dyslexic (yea a stoopid twat aha!)
Stop the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the
public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
