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[aid] => mick
[title] => It's My Entire Fault.
[time] => 2004-06-30 06:03:56
[hometext] => This is very twisted! it's not true about me.it's about a girl,told that if her body is beautiful then she should use it, but the girl has mental health problems. it talks about what goes on in her head...in the end everything is blamed on the girl.
[bodytext] => Am I confusing the world? With the mixed up things, that’s I’d been told. I can keep a brave face, But I only fall. I know most of what happened, But is the rest nothing at all? Some times I feel worthless, Like I don’t have a purpose. At all! I fall down crying, Slowly dieing, Inside! Some times nothing makes sense, And it breaks my walls of defense. And it comes in, Poisoning my skin. And it comes in, breaking my head, Breaking my shell, It rips through my mind. Leaves me lost in time. I hate my life, It makes me feel worthless! … Like I don’t have a purpose. The smile is sweet, on my lips. My innocence, takes firm grip. Until the day, I start to slip. And then the pain comes, like this! Twisting words, within my head! Blood stained shirts, help stain me red. Fights bring hurt, I lose each time. I’m slowly infected, inside the grime. When seconds past, it feels like years. You blow me a kiss, with pointed spears. When I fall down, I can’t get up, I feel the sound, it never shuts up. It echoes through, all parts of me. Pulls me down, makes me bleed. Then you appear, inside my fears, Shouting through the crowds, you’ll never be proud. You shout aloud, you NEVER be proud! That daddy’s little girl, is a mucked up child. Mummy’s girl sees unbelievable things. That you ALL hate me! That you don’t believe. You say innocence has, no right to bleed. That a perfect body, should be used. That I should be sorry, because I’m twisted and confused. That I bring it on myself, it’s my entire fault. That’s why I’m broken, unwanted, distraught. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 34 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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