That Girl
Everything about her is fake. Nothing is natural. Her whole face she has to make. Her whole life is a secret. She lost herself. Something she will regret. A little brat. Looking down on others.
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Everything about her is fake. Nothing is natural. Her whole face she has to make. Her whole life is a secret. She lost herself. Something she will regret. A little brat. Looking down on others.
Let's begin with school Why won't they let me rest. Stuck in school all day Forced to do test after test after test, I can't even go to the loo Can you believe that.
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayn_Rand for those out there that worship this author, their philosophy, and the rhetoric it has caused, read this.
Your words are vague but forcefully spoken. All rules were made to be broken. I can't do what they tell me to do. Hell's what I'll put them through. I'm sure you're all very nice.
Fake fake fake because. they take take take. Nothings their own yet. they sit on their thrones. Whilst they have us all. smitten with the lines. they have written. But we know now we.
In Opussia Something's stirring In the shadows Something's occurring. So high ranked Sitting down Wearing his Fake plastic crown. I'm sorry sir, But you lie. These aren't original. Do you even try.
When it snows, we shovel. The grass grows and we mow. Every fall we struggle with leaves, bag after bag, only to have them grow back anew.
Warning!. Offensive material towards the Queen and royal family, swear words have been used.
Once upon a time there existed a normal boy. He lived. One day a monster came to his doorstep when nobody was home and he was alone so he let the monster in.
The failing expectations, Of European nations, Has many complications, To compound all our frustrations, And so we face damnation, And years of exploitation, A sickening medication, To ease the banks...
You worked, paid bills, you socialised. You vowed to mow the lawn, To phone your mother, paint the door.
(the last two lines are in homage to bukowski) I love the weekdays whilst you're all in work.
Wanted to be free they wouldn't let it be. They wanted you to sneeze so they made the disease. Wanted to fly high so my wings they clip and pry. They wanted thugs so they made drugs.
Still four to go, but fourteen down I'll finally get away from this town Everybody that had wished me away Will happily celebrate on this day Fourteen down, now four to go Get me out before I'm too...
Cigarettes and alcohol, so many lives on cruise control: the masses choice to drown a soul. It’s up to us to grant parole.
Religion is the chain of command the law of the land the binding of most hands,. They play the puppets waiting to get played delayed minds strayed by others who flay,.
Hey, Mister Cameron, you posh rich nob, How about for a minute you shut your blabbering gob, And listen to the people, that you represent, For these are the people who harbour resent, Because you're...
I love democracy, and I wish everyone could one day have democracy.
Dear Mr.
Far be it for an Underling to Council Ladies Kaiser, Kings Every man should Remain a Servant to the game But perhaps A change is due Starting with Two fingered truth Any reason Royalty Deem...
What dose it really mean to be beautiful. TV screams cover it all up. Your face , Your body , Your voice even what does it feel like to be beautiful. untouchable. A non-thinker. no boundaries.
Let's go down to the concrete jungle today, There's so much to see and so many games to play, Ever played shot em' up. Shoot drugs, shoot thugs, Might even find someone to mug.
Is it really any wonder we are so confused. Ever wonder why....... Our mothers swallowed a seed But they don't tell us fully How we got inside her belly. Ever wonder why.......
Society always seem to win. Negative always seems to win. Positive seems to glow snow white, how did this all begin. How can you think that this is right.