This is where i talk about myself, as if i was talking about some other girl. I think it works a lot better this way. Sometimes it's hard to talk about yourself in first person... "I feel...i don't know...i'm so...". But it's a lot easier to talk about YOUR stuff, as if it was someone else's stuff. So here it is. And yeah...I didn't write this. It's an Avril Lavigne's song. NOBODY'S HOME.
I couldn't tell you why she felt that way, she felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her, I just watched her make the same mistakes again.
What's wrong, what's wrong now? Too many, too many problems...Don't know where she belongs...where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home. That's where she lies, broken inside. There's no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes....Broken inside.
Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why, You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you've left behind.
Be strong, be strong now. Too many, too many problems...Don't know where she belongs...where she belongs.
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
She's lost inside.
I'm a bit better now though. =)
2:03 p.m. - 2004-07-05
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