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| xinfectionbytearzx (profile) wrote, on 2-10-2004 at 6:29pm | |
| Current mood: Loving:thoughtful Music: I'll Take Care Of You-Dixie Chicks Subject: ::Let Them Call Us Funny Things:: |
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| It seems to hurt the more you think of it. No one's watching you. No one cares. They can't see through a girls eyes. They don't understand you're calling out to who they are. God only understands how lonely you are. Each person that you encounter, you shoot them with the fierce look of death in your eye. They take a step back. Not knowing you're angry with the world. Everything is nothing, I want to know everything but nothing at all. I care to much. I worry to much. You're stuck between the toremented feelings of two people. Stuck between, and you can't get a grip. Words are softly spoken when with another. Does she care? Does she understand you need her? I don't think she does. She's letting this person control her. This persons name I dare not speak. It's this wretched persons life your friend is living. You wish you could ask her. But you felt akward the way you did today. To ask to sit with her when eating. Such a fool, you. She doesn't care for you, so why bother. Exactly. This Wretched Angel- Jordan When walked by a rose, the sweet turns to bitter. When told by an angel, the grace turns to shivers. When touched by soft hands, the feel turns to sandpaper. When touched with ice, the blade turns to silver. When lost in favor, the blood drips from this awful behavior. |
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FreedomFighter | 02-11-04 12:59am You listen to the Dixie Chicks?i could not have guessed that lol |