Nov 30, 2004 22:46
I don't want to be seen as a pretty thing
'Cause it's the pretty things that we're always breaking...
And now she whispers into the mirror, "I'm broken."
Oh doctor, doctor, can you fix me, can you fix me?
Oh Pretty Baby, you're so naive -- but it comes off so cute
We don't want to fix you
We love you just the way you are
The butterfly pinned to the page
The nightingale locked in the cage -- won't you sing for me?
Sing for me, uh-huh
Yeah, we love you just the way you are
Crushed beneath fashion magazines
Trampled by circus pony dreams -- won't you kiss me?
Won't you kiss me?
Don't worry, I just love those lyrics a lot, don't look into them so much.
I feel very accomplished tonight, probably because I don't have homework and I saw lots of pretty art today and ate lots of good food. Tomorrow is a half day, and my math project is working out really well except that my fingers go numb for a half an hour every night. Goodnight <3