Bang Bang, I shot you down.

I was 5 and he was 6
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and i wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang he shot me down
Bang bang i hit the ground
Bang bang that awful sound
Bang bang my baby shot me down

Seasons came and changed the time
When i grew up i called him mine
He would always laugh and say
Rememeber when we used to play

Bang bang i shot you down
Bang bang you hit the ground
Bang bang that awful sound
Bang bang i used to shoot you down

Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang

Now hes gone i dont know why
Until this day sometimes i cry
He forgot to say goodbye
He didnt take the time to lie

Bang bang he shot me down
Bang bang i hit the ground
Bang bang that awful sound
Bang bang my baby shot me down

gotsta study now...

and so it is...exams are in the air. ain't really stressing cause i know i'm gonna fail someway or another for my exams..sighs sighs...forgot to bring my society book home...so i'll study from my notes and add my text book stuff in later for my notes....

it's weird...most classes have exams as what they've done over the year, but in carroll's class.....it's doing everything we've never done before....i mean....we have....just not that in deapth...

shit...someone's talking behind my back.....7 sneezes in a row.....must be something bad....chinese superstition...is most likely not true....just funny to state....

think of moving to new domain.....tooo many unpleasant ideas are brought along with this account....but memories aren't just something i can erase....i'll probably just become another person with another number....sounds fair enough....