Just a kitchen maidI'm that black sheep, can't sleep, ugly ducklingJust a kitchen maid
in the back of that picture.
Never was the super star, his shinning star, any kinda star.
'Cept for maybe the star that collapses into itself, making a black hole.
That's how my lungs feel anyway.
I kinda feel like crying, dying, like scrambled eggs.
I'm hot and shaky.
And my fingers are numb.
After all these years of changing, growing, moving.
I'm still the little girl in the back of the room, bottom of the food chain.
Lookin' up with envious eyes. At the
One_DayOf friends and loversOne_Day
She talked all night long
Long into the darkness
Until it threatened to gobble her up
When all the time
She only wished for silence
The sound of her voice
Cold_Calm_Harsh_Hard
And it burned her ears
Her secrets she told
Let them go
Watched them leave
Losing more of herself
As the hours passed by
Her throat was dry and frail
Her tear ducts heavy
Yet no tears came
She felt
Dirty_Unwanted_Smal
Keep Walkng OnShe's the girl who loves to be lovedKeep Walkng On
But loves no one
Not truly
She'll be whatever you want
Her to be
Shy and aloof
Outgoing and funny
Light or dark
Here or there
She is yours to mold
Make her whatever you want
She'll let you
Because she doesn't know
Who is she
Who she wants to be
She just goes
From place to place
Nobody knows
Why
She'll steal a heart or two
Thining it's the one she wan
AwayLet's escape and run Into a world of Make believe Where we never grow up And never get old Keeping our childlike innocense Safe intact Close to our hearts And locked with a key It's that real world Willing suspension of disbelief That's keeping me alive While I search for my NeverNeverland, my Wonderland... Searching for that rabbit hole Hidden in meadows unseen, Searching for that allusive second Star to the right So I can go straight on 'till morning Run away with me And we'll fly on wings of pixie dust To a woAway
Tomorrow
Tearful
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Wednesday
I know that I hung, nights all nine...
I didnt know
that the vanilla bean
had a morose dark side
or could even
be mean
if I could change my note
if I could have it
my way
I'd give you absolute control
of the
flavour of the
day
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its not too late to become what you were meant to be
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I don't need a gun to blow your mind...
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its not too late to become what you were meant to be
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I don't need a gun to blow your mind...
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