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| I am a product of tommorow, for this day shall not last; I am a product of tommorow, and the next day after that. I am a product of tommorow, thats the best day for me; I am a product of tommorow, where nobody is mean. I am a product of tommorow, where everything is good, I am a product of tommorow, where everything will be as it should. |
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| Anger |
| I hate the way people look at me, I hate the way they see. I hate procrastonaters, though that also describes me. I hate that it didn't work out I hate that I don't know, I hate that it doesnt snow. I hate that no one cares, I hate that they are not fair. I hate that I have different feelings on almost everything; I hate that people always think im wrong. I simply hate society, where even friendships are to pricy, where you almost have to be, act, and look a certain way, thats just the trouble with today. I hate what people expect, life is just one big test. I hate that other people seem so perfect, and I, of course, am not. I hate that i am jeleous, I hate when people make me sad, I hate it when i'm mad. I hate that no thinks I have what it takes, and dont even try to understand. |
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| Just when i thought i was sorry, i held a grudge. Just when i thought I was different, I found out how much i have in common with everybody. but they all could care less. JUst when i thought i had put it to an end, someone drew another starting line. Just when i want to belive you, I found out you were wrong. Just when i thought i couldnt be more alone, They deserted me. Just when i thought i figured it out, it all changed on me. Just when i was happy, they all put me down. Just when i had a smile, they made it back into a frown. Just when i was comfortable being alone, I found out how much I needed someone to care. Because im speechless, for the first time. Your tearing me apart. and you already got to my head... Any conversation is a ticket to anger, and the concert is sold out. They say that those who mind dont matter, and those who dont matter mind, but what happens when those who matter mind, and those who dont matter dont mind. What happens when someone feels replaced, left out, not good enough, too emotional, too scared, too much of a drama queen all at once? I dont know how to describe it, but when you say that im a good friend- you cant imagine what the means to me. because im putting up a black wall. that, no matter how many times i paint over it, still comes out black. and im oblivious to myself... |
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| So many memories, so many fun times, so why do i want change? I spend my nights examaning my life. Do i really like it? I listen to songs that tell me... I'm not who i think i am. Theres a lot more to me. Things that NOONE can understand. I'm just sick of being without.. it makes me sick, that im the only one with these problems. theres just all these things that i have to say. but at the right place, at the right time. Theres are things that i must tell you, but not now. Thats why im up all night. By myself, for myself. Now do you understand? You make me feel so alone.. like right now. but think, you also made me feel unalone. you care so much about me.. I treasure our friendship more than I have treasured a friendship before. Because i cant talk to anyone else about this, except you. this is me. this is right now. so get real, and just deal. I feel like were getting nowhere... why am i so negative? You should know better than me. |
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