Bat your eyes girl, be otherworldly, count your blessings, seduce a stranger, what's so wrong with being happy? Kudos to those who see through sickness, over and over and over and over, she woke in the morning, she knew that her life had passed her by, and she called out a warning, don't ever let life pass you by, I suggest we learn to love, ourselves before it's made illegal, when will we learn? When will we change? Just in time to see it all come down, those left standing will make millions, writing books on the way it should have been, floating in this cosmic jacuzzi, we are like frogs oblivious, soon the water's starting to boil no one flinches, we all float face down.

I'll never be the same !

Pardon me while I burst, a decade ago, I never thought I would be, at twenty-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion "who is me" but I guess that it comes with the territory, an ominous landscape of never-ending calamity, I need you to hear, I need you to see, that I have had all I can take and exploding seems like an imminent possibility to me, so pardon me while I burst into flames, I've had enough of the world and its people's mindless games, so pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame, pardon me, I'll never be the same! Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book and I saw a picture of a girl fried up above her knee, I said, "I can relate," cause lately I've been thinking of combustication as a welcome vacation from the burdens of the planet Earth, like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3D but thinking so much differently.

We all have a weakness but some of ours are easy to identify, look me in the eye, and ask for forgiveness we'll make a pact to never speak that word again, yes, you are my friend we all have something that digs at us at least we dig each other, so when weakness turns my ego up I know you'll count on the me from yesterday, if I turn into another, dig me up from under what is covering, the better part of me sing this song, remind me that we'll always have each other, when everything else is gone, we all have a sickness that cleverly attaches and multiplies no matter how we try

Drive #

Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear, and I can't help but ask myself how much I let the fear take the wheel and steer, it's driven me before and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal, but lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel, whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes yeah, whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there I'll be there, so if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive, will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive? It's driven me before and it seems to be the way, that everyone else gets around, but lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found

[Ese gancia el MEJOR, igual que vos amiga ♥]