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I'd wear your black eyes
Bake you apple pies
I don't ask why
And i trys not to crys
I'll always be by your side
I saw 7 vultures last week as I was walking down my hill. Today I saw a squirrel get run over but survive, though it wretched in pain. Both sights left me shaking, bad bad omens.
I walked up my hill in the pitch dark tonight, and prayed I wouldn't step on that squirrel. I guess I really am afraid of death, despite what I boast to my mom;
mom: "Amanda, I can't believe I'm condoning your smoking. This has to stop, you'll have black lungs by the time you're my age."
sullen moody amanda: (sarcastically) *takes a drag* "I'm gonna OD before I'm your age"
mom: "THEN WHY AM I PAYING FOR COLLEGE?!"
blah blah blah I fail at life. Said Mr Burns. Said Kim. Said everyone.
It's hard to care lately about anything. Except certain bad things.
I think I'm in too deep, though I havn't decided yet if I want out at all.
hey, whatever makes me happy, right?
Atlanta gets her styles from New York, New York gets her styles from Paris.
And Paris gets her styles from Hell.
Bake you apple pies
I don't ask why
And i trys not to crys
I'll always be by your side
I saw 7 vultures last week as I was walking down my hill. Today I saw a squirrel get run over but survive, though it wretched in pain. Both sights left me shaking, bad bad omens.
I walked up my hill in the pitch dark tonight, and prayed I wouldn't step on that squirrel. I guess I really am afraid of death, despite what I boast to my mom;
mom: "Amanda, I can't believe I'm condoning your smoking. This has to stop, you'll have black lungs by the time you're my age."
sullen moody amanda: (sarcastically) *takes a drag* "I'm gonna OD before I'm your age"
mom: "THEN WHY AM I PAYING FOR COLLEGE?!"
blah blah blah I fail at life. Said Mr Burns. Said Kim. Said everyone.
It's hard to care lately about anything. Except certain bad things.
I think I'm in too deep, though I havn't decided yet if I want out at all.
hey, whatever makes me happy, right?
Atlanta gets her styles from New York, New York gets her styles from Paris.
And Paris gets her styles from Hell.