the real me, by little_irish_rose
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everywhere i go
the only think i see
are millions of people
pressuring me
all they want to know
is if i will get high
if i wanted to soar
id grow some wings and fly
i dont need coke,
alcohol, or weed
to give me an extra rush
or boost my self esteem
all they talk about
is how good it would make me feel
but if i did those things
none of my happiness would be real
all i really want
are my friends and family
i don't need those other things
to make me really me |
Posted: 2006-09-04 19:10:22 UTC |
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