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What gives men the right to think they are women? So bitchy and victimised and fucking boring! Yes boring. Ringng non stop to bitch and feel sorry for themselves. What am I, their mother? Which brings me to my second current favourite song...first is cold play fix u...not the doctor by alanis. all of these lyrics make sense.
I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't want to be your mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door
Visiting hours are nine to five and if I show up at ten past six well I
Already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom you see it's
Too much to ask for and I am not the doctor ( and i'm not the )
I don't want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon
I don't want to be your other half I believe that one and one make two
I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face at midnight
Hey what are you hungry for
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
I don't want to be lived through a vicarious occasion
Please open the window
Visiting hours are nine to five and if I show up at ten past six well I
Already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom you see it's
Too much to ask for and I am not the doctor ( and i'm not the )
I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart and its wounded beat
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling
Well, what do you thank me
What do you thank me for
Visiting hours are nine to five and if I show up at ten past six well I
Already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom you see it's
Too much to ask for and I am not the doctor ( and i'm not the )