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or "Anastasia"
Alone with my thoughts...yet never aloneThe voices aren't that kind
My dishwater blond hair falls carelessly in my greenish eyes
Well green for now...
Later they will be gray in apathy
Or maybe blue with joy
I could even smile tonight
Push it back without a thought
Trying to remember what the silence is like
But I ramble on and on thoughts never stopping
Orange crayons and Karl Marx
Linked with some invisible thread that I can't quite see
I'm not as crazy as you think or maybe I'm not as sane
This fallen angel needs some peace
Tranquility I can't attain
You'll never see the blood stained tears
That fall so freely when you aren't here
Is this depth?
That's what you've called it
But it's more like shallow with a melodramatic flair
You can push me off as just another misery chic
Buying my words for a quarter a day
It's narcisissm at it's finest
For I actually think I'm unique enough for you to listen
This rambling's gone too long
My now grey eyes droop with bordom
Lay your head down and just relax
Let everything go...be free...
I want to make it all disappear
Let my blue eyes twinkle with dreams of the ocean
Maybe I just shouldn't care
Shouldn't dare to be different
Shouldn't dare to be me
But I can't help that....this is who I am.
Or at least the part that I choose to show
Because her agony soaked screams remain the loudest
And she stills holds the key
But I have peace laughter and love
It's not all pain locked within my soul
The others are in there...waiting
Praying that you don't laugh
At this strange little masochist offering you her wrists
Don't blame me for the words spilled here
Because you are the one that wanted in my head
Then turned your eyes
When I opened up my heart.
by christina aldridge
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