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No one knows what it's like...

Posted by a very little sphinx on June 25, 2003, at 9:50:11

In reply to threaten me if it makes you feel better » a very little sphinx, posted by bobby on June 25, 2003, at 7:32:56

i sat there, and they went in my house, without asking me, i think that's against the law, and i'm going to file a complaint... 4 people, it took 4 or 5 people to do this welfare check... they rummaged through my house looking for what i dont know... it was completely violating and humiliating... i hate everything...

below is //not// to my watchfiends...


No one knows what it's like
To be the bad girl
To be the sad girl
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad girl
To be the sad girl
Behind blue eyes

////////

"noose", bad choice of words in deed, BDC, i would have swore there, but as i understand it, adults might have their delicate sensibilities ruffled.

///////

Well I looked into dream of the millions
That one day the search will be through
Now here I stand at the edge of my embattled illusions
Looking into you

The great song traveler passed through here
And he opened my eyes to the view
And I was among those who called him a prophet
And I asked him what was true
Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone
Now I`m looking in my life for a truth that is my own

Well I looked into the sky for my anthem
And the words and the music came through
But words and music can never touch the beauty that I`ve seen
Looking into you -- and that`s true


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