Mar 11, 2005 07:59
with people I twist, prod and poke,yet no change
changing my aperance I make them only think its me
they eat it all up
I must be the center of their attention
I trip prance fall and folly
so no they see the idiot side of me
they percive the worst
I must be the center of their attention
I sleep I drift I ignore and cease taliking
they igore the quiet me
hey don't care
I can't be the center of their attention