"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Answers, Please

Can you tell me what it feels like
To be nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing but air in lungs
Nothing but words on tongues

Can you tell me what to expect
Because I'm nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing but a pest on paper
Nothing but everything I shouldn't be

Can you tell me what to do
To stop this nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing just won't leave me alone
And nothing's the reason I'm this way.
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