Found it

As promised earlier this week

taking a 5 min break from assignments and look at the relic i dug up

Imma bet some of us will remember this differently =D thts if those morons read my blog

newho...

Song: Faliure By Design
date: one of them days on november 2003
source: My Hymn

Failure By Design

[Verse 1:]
Watch you on the one's and two's.
Through a window in a well lit room.
Become a recluse.
And I blame myself because I make things hard
and you're just trying to help.
And when I wake up you're the first to call.
This is one more late night basement song.
And I'm so sore.
My voice has gone to hell.

[Pre Chorus:]
And this is one more sleepless night because we don't believe in filler.
Baby, if I could I'd sit this out.

[Chorus:]
(This is over when I say it's over.)
This is a lesson in procrastination.
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated.
Every single second that I put it off
Means another lonely night I got to race the clock.
(I ignore it and it ignores me too.)
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door.
So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder.
I'm another day late and one year older.
It's failure by design.

[Verse 2:]
And we just want sleep.
But this night is hell.
I'm sick and sunk and I blame myself because I make things hard
and you're just trying to help.
I got no gas. (No Gas)
I'm winding out my gears.
This is one more day on the verge of tears.
And now my head hurts. ( Head hurts)
And my health is a joke.
Now I got to stop because the headphones broke.

[Pre Chorus:]
We don't believe in filler.
Baby, if I could I'd sit this out.

[Chorus:]
(This is over when I say it's over.)
This is a lesson in procrastination.
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated.
Every single second that I put it off
Means another lonely night I got to race the clock.
(I ignore it and it ignores me too.)
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door.
So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder.
I'm another day late and one year older.
It's failure by design.

The days we'd used to pack my mom's CRV full of us and equipment and ride to the nearest jam studio xD

or sitting around in atria...writing crap like tht..! rawwwrr

miss em old school dayss.

and the book got really dusty..

tons more empty pages to fill

hmm =D