something's wrong
of_the_girl
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there's a feeling in my stomache
a mixture of happiness excitement love
and a feeling left there
that makes me want to throw up
i can feel the oceans starting in my eyes
and i blink and i blink
trying to beckon them away
but it's too late..
there's a leak
i am crying
softly, silently
sicksicksick
deep deep down in my tummy
my belly
hurts so bad
and i'm trying so hard not to cry
i'm happy i'm sad
i'm confused
and angry that i'm not where
i'm supposed to be
i'm not where i'm supposed to be
i'm sick i'm tired
and i'm alone
and i'm in the wrong place
at the wrong time
and you
out of reach
you speak
yet i smile
with this sicksicksick feeling
resting in the pits
of my tumtum
what the fuck is wrong with me?
oh i'm going to be sick...
a mixture of happiness excitement love
and a feeling left there
that makes me want to throw up
i can feel the oceans starting in my eyes
and i blink and i blink
trying to beckon them away
but it's too late..
there's a leak
i am crying
softly, silently
sicksicksick
deep deep down in my tummy
my belly
hurts so bad
and i'm trying so hard not to cry
i'm happy i'm sad
i'm confused
and angry that i'm not where
i'm supposed to be
i'm not where i'm supposed to be
i'm sick i'm tired
and i'm alone
and i'm in the wrong place
at the wrong time
and you
out of reach
you speak
yet i smile
with this sicksicksick feeling
resting in the pits
of my tumtum
what the fuck is wrong with me?
oh i'm going to be sick...
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato
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words that would uplift
words that would make you better soon
but I don't have a damn thing to say
I feel like I should be doing something
so why am I walking away
you'll feel better when you forget
forget all about this,
forget all about it and live
I know its not easy
its actually quite hard
but know when your feet give out
I will always take your arm
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
Ya never have failed to make me smile, Pat. Not once.
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I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
aww yeah i know!
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Watch the nightly news and drink a beer...
Like I could even change the world, yeah right...
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