my life to have a purpose |
to fall in love |
A guest spot on Extreme Makeover |
someone to like me |
the truth |
peace |
love |
death |
to get out of here |
for him to come back so that i can kick his balls |
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searching for answers |
eating ice |
Pulling back the lines everytime I look in the mirror |
cry, be depressed, and try not to kill myself before it happens |
investigate, try, talk, share |
fight the violents, the unflexibles, the square-headed |
messing around |
dying |
treating each moment like a bulletpoint on my resume to somewhere better |
getting readY |
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i'll just be another face on the street, a name on a page, and i will never know who i really am. |
oh well |
I'll continue to scare little children and any possible romantic encounter |
kill myself |
will come up with a collection of delicious partly-truths, together with some little white lies |
disaster!! |
keep messing around, get tired of it and eventually... become an angel |
surprise |
I'll have wasted my time |
i'll stop waiting and I'LL GO MYSelf and kick his ass |
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