Do What I Want To DoWalking down the street, See the back of your head, Heart stops, and oh, my fists clench, You turn round – only it’s not you, It’s someone with a smile, And I remember, Why I do the things I doDo What I Want To Do
Oh, I’d shave my head, Just to show you that I, That I don’t need to fit to you I’ll swear, and it will be at you See I’ll say it – fuck you Fuck you, oh fuck you I’ll do things you told me not to
And I’m beautiful, It was just you were blind To girls who wouldn’t – couldn’t –
Growing UpNow I'm 18, it seems, That I have to pretend That I no longer pretend And lose my dreams of being An astronaut, a space crusader, An adventurer, a pirate, And get a real job, with real pay. It's called growing up.Growing Up
Now I'm 18, it seems, That I have to pretend That I'm mummy off to work, Wearing her clothes that don't fit, Too big heels, too big grey suit, Wrong colour lipstick, and spider-like eyes, And live in real life, no more games. It's called growing up.
Now I'm 18, it seems, That I have to pretend, That I don't cry o
Did I Ever Tell You That...?Did I ever tell you that...Did I Ever Tell You That...?
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Your words became the only light in my darkest days Like fireflies flickering in the starless skies?
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Sometimes, when I closed my eyes, all I could see was you, But the blazing sun burned your eyes raw red?
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I used to wake in the night after dreaming of you? Though maybe that's not the word I meant to use.
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The one time I kissed you, all I tasted was poison, And my heart burst with the lies you had planted?
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That time you stood on my doorstep, bathed in bloo
Romance
My Angel In DisguiseI'll admit we've grown appart, But you've still a place in my heart. In some ways you've changed too much. I pray our souls havn't lost touch.My Angel In Disguise
Just because I gave you up, Because I couldn't love enough Doesn't mean that I don't care. I've still a piece of you somewhere.
I remember when we talked- hours without a second thought. I know that person's still inside, however much he tries to hide.
When I reach out, don't flinch away. Please, convince yourself to stay. I want to wrap my arms round you. To keep you safe, and help you throug
AlrightMy mind bound past my pacing feet As they crept to a suction upon the earth.Alright
I can be comfortable with things. I’m feeling alright. No, I’m not. But why?
Something misses my hands, And all I grasp is hard air.
Directly after thinking it, I knew it to be true.
I want to be alright with someone, Because I want to be alright with myself.
and then she saidI’ve fixed my life up as best as I can Not trying to change looks or my mind Every day I’ve touched I try hard to be kindand then she said
I’ve lived through all my hardships Through suffering and pain His sickness and her suicide I’ll deal with it again
I’m trying hard in high school And every night I pray To some kind of God that listens To anything I say
I’m searching for religion With doubt of what I’ll know But fake belief is something That will continue to grow
I’m a good friend and family member My pain’s temporarily gone &n
That Dreamers Often LieThis morning I reminded you aboutThat Dreamers Often Lie
the time that I could fly I spread my arms and fell forever, never landing and only people who knew me well enough could see I wouldn't hit the ground. You said you remembered
I told you that I could see things things that would make your nightmares come alive that the people who took my brother away would come back
I told you to run, but you said not to be afraid You said you could see them too
I believed that the sun was an orange and that the sunlight was dew reflecting off the skin if you closed your eyes and bre
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Still doing my vanishing act...
Love
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Emotions Are The Key,
The Written Word Is The Door,
Together An unstopable force,
Use wisely And The world is yours.
Have a brouse of my
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We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty! - Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy
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Emotions Are The Key,
The Written Word Is The Door,
Together An unstopable force,
Use wisely And The world is yours.
Have a brouse of my
it seems i am terribly late in thanking you but
thank you very much
<3
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"i dare say you haven't had much practice.
when i was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day.
why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
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