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You keep trying to piss me off with the games that you play, But I don't think you realize who you are dealing with, and that I can go all day. You want to slam doors, and you think that I am going to go back and fourth with you,
Nous tombons parfois amoureux de la bonne personne De la parfaite, de l'immaculée ou de la plus mauvaise poltronne
She left her shoes at the door Her dreams in her bed Her pride on the floor Her thoughts in her head No food in the fridge No money in the bank No magic hand or bridge Her mind is just blank
They say, "keep your friends close But your enemies closer." I ask, then, how do you know? Who is your friend And who is your foe? One moment it's sunshine And happiness and laughter.
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
No rhythm No rhyme Just me And myself Dark hands Bright face WIth a dim glow in the eyes Worn out By the challenge Of living each day with a smile Inside
my brother has broad shoulders and a straight back. he is a pillar of stone and a slab of concrete, the way he marches around the house.   he has hair the consistency of canvas and his laugh
Behind the hazel, she's just a lonely little one. Behind the hazel, she wants to the world to be gone. Behind the hazel, she's fighting everyday. Behind the hazel, she's scared in every way. Behind the hazel, she's slightly shattered.
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
I hate these ballet shoes Everyday marks another bruise And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane   Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
Behind the curtain What I keep hidden From your eyes and mind Is strictly forbidden   Under the mask What a clever disguise
Be original Be you Love thy self And be true Yourself is real Yourself is cool Yourself is beautiful F*ck all the haters Who try to destroy you You're original And thats good
Chained by my emotions, Too afraid to leave my heart open so I hide it away  Love?  I don't even give myself the chance. Soon as I see it coming I hit the ground running,
riots of words ruining these dissolving brains sometimes giving up doesn’t seem so bad.   too many suggestions, fifty-fifty-some sounds so right the others all wrong  
Strength is the river; Though it seems to conform To the limits of the earth, With diligence and patience, Even the most stubborn stone Will obey the current.
Upon this stormy sea I sail, Upon the waves I ride. Beware, beware the siren's wail, Beware the coming tide. Your pain it will tenfold increase, Your joy no more benign.
Who am I to deny who I am? It may not be right It isn’t desirable But I’m not going to pretend
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