Saturday, August 16, 2008
i've got birds in my ear and a devil on my shoulder
It gets old, when everytime you're down you have to grin and bare it, forcing you to hide behind that fake, familiar smile of which your hate for, grows each time you are forced to wear it, like that sweater your grandmother wore with kittens on the front, that your mother made you wear each time she would visit. It gets old, just having to grin and to bare it.
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hi. ive addicted to ur posts...do you mind if i borrow some of what you wrote for lyrics for my song?
thx
oh im the one who asked if i can borrow some of ur material for lyrics...
i dont have a blogger account but ill be checking back here for ur reply or email me if its not too troublesome at kate_v_z@hotmail.com
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