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| I don't want to be another statistic some suicidal teen who makes a choice to kill herself when the world seems just too mean She can't go on with life or so to her it seems Reality has fallen short and so have her many dreams.... i don't want to be another statistic Some pregnant little girl Who met this great guy and then gave sex a whirl She was only 15 but it felt so right She thought they'd be together for more than one night. I dont want to be another statistic some kid strung out on crack who started at a party and now he can't turn back first cigerettes and alcohol now meth, crack, and cocaine he's been smoking it so long that now he's gone insane I don't want to be another statistic some girl left in the rain who was walking home from school then raped and left in pain She can't tell h er parents and it hurts to tell her friends She doesnt know what she'll do to make this nightmare end. |
| I don't want to be another statistic some kid out of school who dropped out really early and was acting like a fool he thought that it was broing he thought that it was dumb he doesn't have an education but lives on the streets like a bum I don't want to be another statistic some stereo-typical teen I'm gonna make a difference I'll finish with my dream I won't end up pregnant on drugs or even dead I won't drop out of school because I'll use my head. I don't want to be another statistic to fit into some mold of what society thinks of kids today because its getting kinda old not all of us are bad in fact most are good when will the world see us and give us credit like they should? |
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| Witch baby who is not one of them, dreams of her own angel again. He is huddling on the curb of a dark, rainy street. Behind him is a building filled with golden lights, people and laughter, but he never goes inside. He stays out in the rain, the hollows of his eyes and cheeks full of shadows. When he sees Witch Baby, he opens his hands and hols them out to her. She never touches him in the dream, but she knows just how he would feel......... |
| Panther girl you gaurd my sleep bite back the pain with the edge of your teeth carry me into the jungle dark lope easy past the eyes that watch stride the fish-scale rive shine and the pumping green-blood vines we will leave my tears behind in a pool that silver chimes we will leave behind my sorrow leave it in the rotting hollows when i wake you are beside me damp and mattted from the journey your eyes hazy as you try to know how far down we tried to go and the way i clung to you all my tears soaking through fur and flesh, muscle, bone like a child blind, unborn whore dreams caress you deeo inside are my dreams worth the ride? |
| Dangerous angels..all around us... but bewares.. the most beautiful and most dangerous haunts us all... Love.. |