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dear idol i want to be like you   dear idol i want to be you   scratched your name into my arms your face is my tattoo your tattoo is my face   i've been listening a decade
Love Yourself, Speak Yourself These are the messages carried through their speeches In large rooms full of their critics Under the hawk eyes of netizens Waiting, watching Bated breath
When hearing the phrase "O Captain, My Captain" I can only think of one person to fit this criteria. Robin Williams is and was the only person to accurately portray what it was like to struggle
I see these plastic people, Barbie dolls. With their dream houses and expensive cars. And their plastic friends, at their plastic malls. Getting “white-girl wasted” at plastic bars.
Under the stars we wait For a taste of your voice The surreal melody sweet as fate Spread your wings, play your trumpet Loudly so the world can hear it Let us hear your heavenly grace
  Throughout our lives we discover our idols
Am I a role model? / A question I ask myself/ A past life of blunts and bottles/ New life, new thoughts, new self/ Pondering what goals in life are mine/ Is this me or someone else/
please stop placing me on a pedestal
I won’t write tonight ____only cause the words ____keep stubbing toes and maybe my belly hurts too.
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