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Monday, October 23, 2006
First Song

Thank you for tuning in to delsu.blogspot.com. A very warm welcome to those who have just joined us. How's your day? Good I suppose? Well...mine's not that interesting. Well enough of my personal life. Let's get on with our first song for this evening.

February was the month my life started to turn to hell.

October is the month my life as hell stops.

The reason I'm here; HIM.

The reason I leave; HIM.

Every month, he has to hurt me;He has to do things behind my back.

Every month, I was in sorrow.But not anymore.

I'm happy; I should be very happy;

I'm leaving; I'm going home.

Life here has been hard because he made it so;

I loved him with everything that I have;

He loved me back a little; maybe even none.

He kept cheating on me;

Making empty promises;

Now the words "I'm sorry" is numb to me;

Enough the tears of sorrow I've shed;

I now shed tears of joy; joy of leaving.

Joy of leaving this stupid place;I hate this place;

If it wasn't for him; I wouldn't even come to this pathetic place.

All these years of loving him;

All these years of hurting me;

I've had enough. I could not bring myself to love him anymore.

He's just one God damn Son of a Bitch.

He's just a bastard.

A piece of advice, Don't go near HIM. Don't get close to HIM;

Don't even love HIM.

He's nothing but pain.

He's just as useless;

All that he knows is to hurt others.

The reason I'm here; HIM.

The reason I leave; HIM

February was the month my life started to turn to hell.

October is the month my life as hell stops.


I hate him....Whatever he does or say now, won't change my mind. It's set. I'm gone........The pain is so great, I can't even imagine...all that's left, is hurt.

So how was that song for a first this evening? Great? I'd say so. Ok. We hope for you to join us again tomorrow evening; same time; same channel. Goodbye....

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