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"Smile"
Why don't you smile anymore
Did he really hurt you that bad?
Is he worth all the tears
You cry every night?
Must you suffer by your own self-pity?
Do you always have that look of pain in your eyes?
I wonder what people think of you
You need to be more pleasant
Especially with your looks
You should really lose about twenty pounds
And get the fat off your inner thighs
Do something with what hair you have
Brush away the bags from under your eyes
Brighten up the gold sparkle in your blues
And become the beautiful girl
You have the potential to be
Don't you realize that people notice
Your look of anguish
Your look of dismay
Why do you torture yourself with depression?
You cry over him every night
Because you fight or you're too fat
Does he deserve all your thoughts
All your tears, all your time?
But you won't make it without him
You're too pathetic to exsist on your own
You'll never amount to more than "his girl"
Always just "his girl"
Unworthy of the name "his girl"
Why don't you smile anymore?
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"Grains Of Love"
When I talk about the future
I picture something like a desert
Full of loose sand
Being constantly blown by the wind.
Each single grain of sand
Represents a person
And how they relate to one another
And the wind,
Changing situations
Determines what relationships people have
Some grains stack on top of each other
No matter which direction
The wind is blowing
And no matter what side
The grains are stacked
They're perfectly compatible
Each mirage I come across
Is a 'true' love
Like mirages, they only leave you
Hurt and hopeless in the end.
This is my thought for the future...
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"Replay"
Each day I stand surrounded
By the constant reminders of him
And his beautiful smile and insistant grin
Replay through my mind; replay through my mind.
But these are just my memories
Memories that I shall keep
For we can no longer make any more
Just the same ones that I always see
Replay through my mind; replay through my mind.
Each night I lie in bed surrounded
By the lonely night air, suffocating me
In my cold, empty bed where once he laid
Holding me, singing to me until I fell into dreams
Dreams of him...
Replay through my mind; replay through my mind.
And as I walk down my path in life
Alone, without him to hold my hand
I remember all these haunting memories
As they replay through my mind; replay through my mind. |
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