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Trapped in a world of faerie tales and butterflies,
But I'm no princess.
Taking one day at a time,
Just trying to get by,
You tell me I can't.
But I know I can.
They say I'm strange,
I'm weird,
I'm abnormal.
Maybe.
But remember my name,
My face.
I'm the one that's going to make something of this life.
I'm going to be the one their kids are talking about.
Running around speaking my words.
Saying, "Mommy did you hear?!" and "Daddy did you see?!"
That's going to be me.
My name will be on the lips of your future.
Am I strange?
Yes.
Am I weird?
Yes.
Am I abnormal?
Yes.
But I'm going to make something of it.
These words flow from my fingertips as if they were a silhouette moving across a window,
But they will haunt you as if they were nightmares.
 skaroborn · Thu May 15, 2008 @ 10:34pm · 0 Comments |
