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Created on 2005-01-14 18:59:19 (#5767542), last updated 2006-04-18
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Basic Info| Name: | mutilate__ |
|---|---|
| Location: | AZ |
BioMy obsession with my body, my face, and perfection.
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dumbinacorner
Drawn
drawn drawn drawn
to the foothills of her dream
way up high the stars would fly
and she would dream she could dream
she couldn't stop the drive within
denial was a sin
she fought and scratched and bit and spat
to join the awesome din
way up high when she could fly
she'd try to give a damn
but the juggernauts in their fancy yachts
consigned her to the bin
she pulled out words and pulled out tunes
she struck on every chord
she'd play one fast then play one slow
then try one in between
and they told her she was wonderful
one day you'll make it good
but every time she'd turn her back
they'd laugh at one more fool
drawn drawn drawn
to the foothills of her dream
way up high all the stars had lied
and she would scream she could scream
she couldn't see so clearly now
the booze had dimmed her eyes
and the coke had softened up her brain
she couldn't tell the truth from the lies
the wounds were deep and cuts were raw
they simply would not heal
but came a day when something snapped
and she could feel, feel
drawn drawn drawn
to the foothils of a dream
way up high the stars had lied
but she could dream oh she would dream
Michaela Foster Marsh
Other, non-obsessive journal.
dumbinacornerDrawn
drawn drawn drawn
to the foothills of her dream
way up high the stars would fly
and she would dream she could dream
she couldn't stop the drive within
denial was a sin
she fought and scratched and bit and spat
to join the awesome din
way up high when she could fly
she'd try to give a damn
but the juggernauts in their fancy yachts
consigned her to the bin
she pulled out words and pulled out tunes
she struck on every chord
she'd play one fast then play one slow
then try one in between
and they told her she was wonderful
one day you'll make it good
but every time she'd turn her back
they'd laugh at one more fool
drawn drawn drawn
to the foothills of her dream
way up high all the stars had lied
and she would scream she could scream
she couldn't see so clearly now
the booze had dimmed her eyes
and the coke had softened up her brain
she couldn't tell the truth from the lies
the wounds were deep and cuts were raw
they simply would not heal
but came a day when something snapped
and she could feel, feel
drawn drawn drawn
to the foothils of a dream
way up high the stars had lied
but she could dream oh she would dream
Michaela Foster Marsh
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