I've just got to say, I can't do it anymore.
It's not a silly little moment
It's not the storm before the calm
It's tiring and it sucks and it hurts and I'm always left hanging.
You try to hit me just to hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty
Cause you can't understand.
I'm not happy. I'm NOT.
I'm a fake.
Fake-happy.
It's tiring.
Stop it.
I'm not a toy.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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1 HOLA-ED back:
People sometimes mistake me for a toy if I stand very still. They quickly learn otherwise when I show them my teeth.
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