There was a girl,and every day she'd throw a paper star into a bucket,wishing her daddy would come back home,and every day her mother smoked too much and yelled at her to clean the house, and never cared if she suffered.
There was girl,and every day she'd throw a paper star into a bucket,wishing things were the way they used to be, and every day her sister had girls come over,and she kissed them a lot,and never knew the girl was watching.
There was a girl,and every day she'd throw a paper star into a bucket,wishing she'd find peace one day,and every day her brother proved he was better than her, and never came when she needed him.
There was a girl,and one day she realized all paper stars meant nothing,so she threw one last star in the bucket,and slashed each wrist, and wished it would all be over soon,and never thought she ever felt so happy.
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Of all of the things I need to say, all of these words are in my way.
My Music:[link]
My Life:[link]
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And I said fuck that chicken sandwich!
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Of all of the things I need to say, all of these words are in my way.
My Music:[link]
My Life:[link]
Haha that'd be sweet
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And I said fuck that chicken sandwich!
Yes, yes it would be sweetly terrific
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Some people may say music isnt life. But the thing is. how many people do you know walking around without the BEAT of a heart??
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And I said fuck that chicken sandwich!
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Some people may say music isnt life. But the thing is. how many people do you know walking around without the BEAT of a heart??
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