| Dont Care What People Say |
[Oct. 21st, 2004|07:01 pm] |
No one likes it the way you do. You play too much with it, all the fantasies it builds, all the salty tears it floats. Never enough. Your brimfully hungry eyes are no more hidden behind, for years you hunting. Returning to the origin, you lick your oracular heart, always wondering the begining of the end, God mercy you.
But you wont see it through with your stoned eye, your living destiny. When your heady passion was consumed entirely in the fire, all your saga became fatal, pulling you down to the grassy land. No need to complain.
They, even your love, dont understand you. Look into the mirror, you see loneliness trolling in that room, your patience boiling up in your pot. Would you offer me more to my satisfaction? Would you skip the reality covering me with butterflies? I am eating my big ego to your tunes only because I am woman. All the sex I have all the pleasure I drink all the pain I type on my keyboard... Doesnt matter any more.
Love the coastal city love the blowing wind love the spacious freedom. I feel big when the music starts...
Dont dont care what people say, gotta follow my own way. You you lier, woman, with a softened heart, wanting too much to live a life. |
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