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clean:
wash me away
w/ the remorse
and pungent sin
scratch the surface
deeper than skin
i'm just a mess
u don't want to clean up
and
u will never save me
winter
early:
it's an early frost
and i'm the ice bitch
why am i so numb?
save me from my
jaded cell
behind my exterior
if u can get that close
it hurts
i'm frozen
but not in time
rejection avoidance
gives me calloused skin
chris:
u tore
out my heart
placed it nicely
nicely in the dirt
i was grounded
couldn't go out
and u chose then
not to call
come on baby
where's the love?
where's my prince charming?
well u can find a passive jane
for that glass slipper
It's
me:
it's not
u
it's me
yea
i'm tired of
ur shit
it's not u
it's me
yea
i'm tired of
being second
best
so no more
second chance
crying
over boys:
don't cry
over boys
bitch, his beauty is wasted
and looks can kill
that hearts put thru
unnecessary trauma
love is a dance
my toes,
too often stepped on
waiting
for love:
i wish
i could tell u
i believe in love and life
that pple have lives
and don't wait at home
for pple to fall in love w/ them
ha, what a smoke screen
i'm waiting here too
mighty
zeus:
i can't
avoid the lightning
but i can prevent the crash
so stop the resentment
and sending it my way
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what's
real:
britney
spears,
the double-standard
virgin
christina
yea right
has all the guys a' urgin'
i don't want it
i don't need it
i got something better than a body
that is "fiiiiiine"
and believe me
u'll hear it when
i speak my mind
i got a personality
that rocks,
if u can get that close
i'll never be a beauty queen
but that's just
superfical fluff
u may be angelic
and described as heaven
i don't need it
i'm fine at a local 7-11
i'll never even be close to perfection
but then again
my mood isn't based
on my reflection
the real me:
i may look
old
enough to drive
a car
or even buy some
smokes
but i'm still
that girl lost
in a world that
is just so damn mean
u don't see my
ugly underbelly
character is how
we act when no one
is looking
i see the thing that
i am
and lavish in pretending
it's not there
and when it all gets
too tiring to pull off
i'm still that little girl
and i'm not tall enough
to climb into bed
places
of my past:
where did
that
girl go who used
to be me?
u know the one
hiding behind her mama
someone always
holding her hand
the one w/ the
sad eyes
covering the floods
of despair
she couldn't sleep
cried at night
she knew no wrong
then the tears stopped
instead blood was shed
where is she now?
this can't be her
that's not her in the mirror
life is a piece of cake
© 2001
Nora Schreier
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