(no subject)
You can tell
From the scars on my arms
And cracks in my hips
And the dents in my car
And the blisters on my lips
That i'm not the carefullest of girls
You can tell
From the glass on the floor
And the strings that're breaking
And i keep on breaking more
And it looks like i am shaking
But it's just the temperature
And then again
If it were any colder i could disengage
If i were any older i could act my age
But i dont think that youd believe me
It's
Not
The
Way
I'm
Meant
To
Be
It's just the way the operation made me
And you can tell
From the state of my room
That they let me out too soon
And the pills that i ate
Came a couple years too late
And ive got some issues to work through
There i go again
Pretending to be you
Make-believing
That i have a soul beneath the surface
Trying to convince you
It was accidentally on purpose
I am not so serious
This passion is a plagiarism
I might join your century
But only on a rare occasion
I was taken out
Before the labor pains set in and now
Behold the world's worst accident
I am the girl anachronism
And you can tell