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I cut my hair, Change its colour, Red, blonde perhaps blue, Maybe get a tattoo. New job, New car, New country, Just trying to find me.
My world is composed of dreams and an underground wonderland.. There we have teenage girls wasting away, I've surfaced through but stayed.
"Alicia. Your....
The iron kettle rang on the stove, sending whistles through my ear. In the whistle went through my left ear and came out of my right. Nothing stopped it. My mind is empty.
It's very thick rope Because it absorbs everything I ever see But I can't really ever cut anything out Yell it out. Write it out. Burn it out. Burn it all out.
I'm always going to be me Myself staying free But sometimes I feel There's no good deal.
Gaze into the mirror, The reflection's not my own. The dark long hair beforehand, Acquired greyish tone.
Cool kids can't cry. Rock-stars should never be sober. Time is never enough. Drugs are hip. Show me your body an I'll be yours (for the night). Don't forget to bring the beer.
Deep in the Confines of your mind Darkness ~~~~~~~~ Although you Think it's Not true Denial ~~~~~ Thoughts of Immortality And fame Limelight ~~~~~~~~ Prowl and Pounce as You do Hungry...
You back-peddle. There is always that moment where you stop. Even if just for a second, you stand beside yourself and try to figure out if it's too late to go back.
When I look into the mirror I'm surprised to see, a reflection of somebody who thinks he is me. I stare into his eyes. He doesn't look away. He gazes back at me, not knowing what to say.
Funny how the government Have tried to capture me On a little piece of card All stamped and bluish-green.
The mirror, it reflex an image. Me. That's me. Or is it. No that is who you made me. I like her better, she stands taller, more positively, more confident. Maybe she me in a more enlightened way.
Long rant below* I was wandering around the hot city streets today looking for a place to shelter myself from the searing sun. I was approached by an annoying charity worker waving his hands at me.
Why can't I find it. Where could it be. Is it just that there's something wrong with me. I've lived in Bedfordshire, Cambridgeshire, Spain, Lincolnshire, Hertfordshire but still this pain.
Took a plunge, got alive today. Shot. Fell too short, let his eyes blink. He died. Thought He had really been known. He had not. Slapped so hard, still rings next to eye. He can't believe it.
I'm mummy, mum, sweetheart and honey. I'm the one who cooks tea and handles the money. Im the runner, the cyclist the shopper extraordinaire. The woman with straight teeth and long lush hair.
I feel like I'm expected to meet the World's expectations for everything and I just don't. I don't like playing by the rules, but that seems to make me an outcast.
Mama, Look at me now. Well, if only you could see me now, They probably don't have TVs in the cuckoo house. Yes, it's your Norma Jeane. Miss California Artichoke Queen.
I don't care for expensive things. But I'm Materialistic. I have money. But I'm not rich. I got to school. But I don't learn anything. I'm shy. But I'm talkative. I care for everyone around me.
I'm so sick of trying, To please everybody, They always expect me, To do my best, But I'm just a kid, What do I know.
Instinct: Chapter 3 (Part 1) Leo I sat at my office, processing mindless invoice after the next.
It hurts to look at yourself in the mirror and hate yourself, look into the mirror and wonder what ever happened to that smile that used to shine so bright.
I'm tired of not knowing who I am. I know that sounds strange and weird and twisted but, believe me, it's unintended.