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Set my mind for open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly . . .
What am I? What am I?
Created on 2007-05-07 13:21:15 (#12891232), never updated
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| Name: | kandi |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 1987-09-05 |
| Location: | Australia |
| Website: | Johnny's Pretty Boys |
Twenty-two year old journalism major feminist. The annoyingly anal-retentive and obsessive-compulsive kind. Passionate and opinionated, too. And yet strangely detached. You figure that one out.
Respects all those with intelligence.
. . .
At least, most.
. . .
Well, some.
. . .
OK, a select few.
Is it real? ___THE SEATBELTS // Lyrics: Tim Jensen // Vocals: Scott Matthew // Composer: Yoko Kanno
Figurines that fall like leaves then disappear, keep calling
Is it real? Is it real?
Dark machines that wheeze and breathe then mock the air, appalling
What is real? What is real?
This world can really be too much
I can't take another day
I guess that I've just had enough
My mind's slipping far away
I'm falling in and out of touch
Could someone please explain?
Set my mind for open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly
What am I? What am I?
Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing
What is real? What is real?
It's really all become too much
I'm not sure what I should feel
I guess I've finally had enough
I don't know if this is real
I'm crashing in and out of touch
Can anyone explain?
Respects all those with intelligence.
. . .
At least, most.
. . .
Well, some.
. . .
OK, a select few.
Is it real? ___THE SEATBELTS // Lyrics: Tim Jensen // Vocals: Scott Matthew // Composer: Yoko Kanno
Figurines that fall like leaves then disappear, keep calling
Is it real? Is it real?
Dark machines that wheeze and breathe then mock the air, appalling
What is real? What is real?
This world can really be too much
I can't take another day
I guess that I've just had enough
My mind's slipping far away
I'm falling in and out of touch
Could someone please explain?
Set my mind for open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly
What am I? What am I?
Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing
What is real? What is real?
It's really all become too much
I'm not sure what I should feel
I guess I've finally had enough
I don't know if this is real
I'm crashing in and out of touch
Can anyone explain?
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