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Dear reader,
Are you as confused as me? Do you ever fine your life full of opposite? I do. Sometimes i believe i have this whole life figured out, that i know exactly how everything works, then the next day i fine myself lying on my bed waiting for the next unexpected thing to walk into my life. I find myself telling people to "know who you are" and tell them that i do and that and i stand by believes with individualism and indenpendance and the right for women to work and i truely to do believe in that. Then the next day i fine myself yearning for partner to be dependent on and want to live in house and cook and be there when i they get home and raise children. I show people that im a postive and completely happy helpful person, but then when im home i dont even smile at my mother or help around the house. I find myself truely believe in something so passionate sometimes but then the next day thinking the exact opposite. Am I lieing to myself, to other people? I am a lier? Does this make me a "bad" person? These things worry me, am i alone, am i the only one with this feelings?
A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
At twnety-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory,
An omnious landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see
That I have had all I can take and
Exploding seems like a definate possibility to me.
Chorus
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of this world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.
Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate," cause lately I've been thinking of combustion
As a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet Earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
And thinking so much differently.
Are you as confused as me? Do you ever fine your life full of opposite? I do. Sometimes i believe i have this whole life figured out, that i know exactly how everything works, then the next day i fine myself lying on my bed waiting for the next unexpected thing to walk into my life. I find myself telling people to "know who you are" and tell them that i do and that and i stand by believes with individualism and indenpendance and the right for women to work and i truely to do believe in that. Then the next day i fine myself yearning for partner to be dependent on and want to live in house and cook and be there when i they get home and raise children. I show people that im a postive and completely happy helpful person, but then when im home i dont even smile at my mother or help around the house. I find myself truely believe in something so passionate sometimes but then the next day thinking the exact opposite. Am I lieing to myself, to other people? I am a lier? Does this make me a "bad" person? These things worry me, am i alone, am i the only one with this feelings?
A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
At twnety-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory,
An omnious landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see
That I have had all I can take and
Exploding seems like a definate possibility to me.
Chorus
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of this world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.
Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate," cause lately I've been thinking of combustion
As a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet Earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
And thinking so much differently.