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So What's My Problem?How's my family life? Well, when I get home every day, like, my mom, she's always yelling at me about stuff. Like yesterday, I think she was, like, nagging about something about my iPod or whatever... something about me not listening to her because I'm always listening to my music and stuff... Yeah, that was it, 'cause like right after she said that, I said I had one earbud out so I could listen to her perfectly fine and stuff. But then she like, rolled her eyes and just walked away. Parents just never want to like, admit that they're wrong, y'know? And then my dad, man I hate my dad so much, he's always lecturing me about how I should partySo What's My Problem?
by ~blfang
ClashWhen we bid farewell at the crossroads you said that it'd be better if we'd never be more than friends.Clash
Hurt, I proceeded to erase anything that reminded me of you from my lonesome life.
I lived in the country I lived without fashion I lived without luxury I lived with simplicity I lived alone.
One day you found me came to my home
Your sleek car clashed with the brown path Your clean pumps clashed with the dirty soil Your smooth hair clashed with the rough grass. Your elegant dress clashed with the uneven lan
by ~blfang
AttractionI must be as dim as a mosquito that flies to bug zappers for even though my brain tells me that you will hurt me I always end up flying toward you.Attraction
I must be as dense as a probe flying toward the sun for even though my brain tells me that you will destroy me I always end up flying toward you.
by ~blfang
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