My life is a Clay Aiken song
Once I found out I was invisible, I decided that it'd be best for me to use my powers only for good, but a few bad habits will change that.
While no one has yet assured me that I am evanescent, being me seems to be evidence enough. Yes, I can engage in conversation as well as ever, yet I seem to get that expression that says "You're not there" or "You aren't the Alex I want right now."
What did I do? What did I do?
I must have drank the wrong potion! I have been transformed into a hideous beast, the likes of which can only be seen by others. And here I am - naievely taking what I think to be flattering pictures of myself so that I can be adulated on MySpace! How foolish of me!
Perhaps I just wish that romance would stop feeling so much like rancor.
To find out that my security blanket really isn't a bomb.
While no one has yet assured me that I am evanescent, being me seems to be evidence enough. Yes, I can engage in conversation as well as ever, yet I seem to get that expression that says "You're not there" or "You aren't the Alex I want right now."
What did I do? What did I do?
I must have drank the wrong potion! I have been transformed into a hideous beast, the likes of which can only be seen by others. And here I am - naievely taking what I think to be flattering pictures of myself so that I can be adulated on MySpace! How foolish of me!
Perhaps I just wish that romance would stop feeling so much like rancor.
To find out that my security blanket really isn't a bomb.