No one can make you feel inferior without your consent! ... that's BS, here's some helpful stuff. <3tylers_abyssFebruary 26 2008, 02:28:51 UTC
No one's gonna hurt you, No one's gonna dare. Others can desert you, Not a worry-- whistle I'll be there. Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while, But in time... Nothing's gonna harm you, Not while I'm around.
I should write my own for substance prolly, I just thought that was appropriate, as I can sing and would, but it won't help. >.< Here's me then, writing you a heartfelt poem:
~*~ I've seen the world from your place, And it resonates through your eyes, The lines are so clearly written in your face But though I'm next to you as I try to read them through, I find myself miles away when I go to turn the page.
The lines repeat, because you've heard them all before, Still, you're game to flash a smile for the show, Even as you head to bolt the door. Auditioning for a part in the show, time and time again, Never gets to feeling futile, because I know I'll just have to make it in Because even though this performance is yours, I know from my own, ways I can't dare let it end.
As you enter Scene IV, I smile as the show goes on, Because I'll never be them (and I don't want to be) But I know that someday, I might play an important part... By always remaining: your Me. ~*~
No one's gonna dare.
Others can desert you,
Not a worry-- whistle I'll be there.
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while,
But in time... Nothing's gonna harm you,
Not while I'm around.
I should write my own for substance prolly, I just thought that was appropriate, as I can sing and would, but it won't help. >.< Here's me then, writing you a heartfelt poem:
~*~
I've seen the world from your place,
And it resonates through your eyes,
The lines are so clearly written in your face
But though I'm next to you as I try to read them through,
I find myself miles away when I go to turn the page.
The lines repeat, because you've heard them all before,
Still, you're game to flash a smile for the show,
Even as you head to bolt the door.
Auditioning for a part in the show, time and time again,
Never gets to feeling futile, because I know I'll just have to make it in
Because even though this performance is yours,
I know from my own, ways I can't dare let it end.
As you enter Scene IV, I smile as the show goes on,
Because I'll never be them (and I don't want to be)
But I know that someday, I might play an important part...
By always remaining: your Me.
~*~
<3
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