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Saint Louis, MO

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Sunday Dec 07, 2008

Dec 7, 2008
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I don't think that anyone will ever understand the real me.
All I am to people is the real me..
Im not angry all of the time, I just can't smile all hours of everyday.
And, I do smile a lot come to think about it.
It really makes me upset that people say they are scared of me because I could ruin thier life in ten seconds flat.
I mean, Im flattered that someone is intimidated by me, I guess.
I just hear that a little too much..
So much that I fear people won't open up to me, or that I could be losing a chance to get to know or meet someone really amazing.
I don't quite know where life is headed right now.
Im pretty content for the most part.
I just dont want to live in this town anymore..
I miss having someone that understands, and gets me.
Someone to smile and laugh with.
Someone to sleep next to, hold hands, kiss cheeks, foreheads, hug, and make jokes with..
Someone just to talk to..


It must be something in the way you move,
It must be something in the way you look,
I'm not sure just yet.
Must be something in the way you dream.
You just go home and the thirteen days,
In between you and I.
This is me before I come undone.
This is me before I fall apart.
I've been tired for days and days.
I've been tired for days and days.
It must be something in the way you move;
Innocent like you gave in just,
Like you always would.
It must be something in the way they say.
And the magic that you bring in between all you imply.
This is me before I come undone.
This is me before I fall apart.
I've been tired for days and days.
I've been tired for days and days.
It could have been a month or,
It could have been a year,
But I, I gave up long before,
Long before you cared.
Her art inspired me to,
To do my best and,
To paint my music like,
Like I saw it best.
And she says I grew up well.
Well, well I grew up strong,
Cause no one's got my back.
No one's gonna write me my songs.
It could have been a month or,
It could have been a year,
But I, I gave up long before,
Cause I've been tired for days and days.
I've been tired for days and days and days.
kaylaisobscene:
You know I'm all game for you moving. wink
Dec 9, 2008

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