So you know when you are little and you are told be good little girls and boys. Well, fuck that! Get real, if we where all good little sugar covered boys and girls mary would have not been the only virgin mother.
God bless you that make the news. With lies, blood, and pain. How great are you to remind us we live. It's to be yourself a far but unimportant, up close. Thank you!It seems I am in love. Me, yes, me and why does my love not want to be with the one that he exchange so many a kind looks with.
Is it me? Is it my need, my need for him? Tell this lonely slob. Oh, please! If it but only be me. I may change. I can twist around his finger where I belong.
If not me. Oh, please be me. I will lose my love, my heart and that, that which is me.
