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I blog for NO purpose. IF you don't feel comfortable reading this then don't. STOP telling people how STUPID I sound everytime I post something up. Seeking for sympathy is just NOT me. I just want your respect. These feelings are just so true to forget. It's my blog. my life. my words. my choice!
;DD

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<3
Bruneian. October 1988. An Undergraduate. BSc(Hons)Health and Social Care. Loves Sociology Hates Psychology. BIG is beautiful ;)

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You belong with me
Saturday, 15 November 2008
15:54
...by Taylor Swift

You're on the phone with your girlfriend
She's upset
She's going off about that something you said
'Cuz she doesn't get your humor like I do...
I'm in the room
It's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do'

But she wears short skirts
I wear T-shirts
She's cheer Captain
And I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up
And find what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see, you
You belong with me
You belong with me

Walkin' the streets with you and your worn-out jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself
Hey isn't this easy

And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down
You say your fine
I know you better then that
Hey whatcha doing with a girl like that

She wears high heels
I wear sneakers
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up
And find what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see
You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know
Baby...
You belong with me
You belong with me

Oh'
I remember you drivin' to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh
When you know you're about to cry
And I know your favorite songs
And you tell me about your dreams
Think I know where you belong
Think I know it's with me...

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along
So why can't you see
You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time
How could you not know
Baby...
You belong with me
You belong with me

You belong with me...

Have you ever thought just maybe...
You belong with me

You belong with me...

will update tmrow insyaAllah. I'm quite down lately and is in no mood to blog. I just dont wanna get too personal here so I have to take this slow. BBBS, I wannnaa talk to you..! mana kau?

xo