what makes a good sunday,
is the thought that there wouldnt be school the next day.

so today, isnt much of a good one :(
to think ive spent my saturday night on finding nemo (again) and the incredibles.

come, lets throw our amaths behind our desks, and pretend chemistry never existed.
put on our fancy dinner suits and lets have a tea party! :D

i will wear the tophat, and u'll wear the pretty dress,
the skinny boy next door will be the waiter, and his sister will be the cook.

after our meal we would dance together under our own imaginary moonlight
in the hot stuffy storeroom that meant the world,
to the boy, the girl, the waiter, and the cook.

I have often dreamed of a far off place
Where a great warm welcome will be waiting for me.
Where the crowds will cheer when they see my face
And a voice keeps saying this is where I'm meant to be.