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Ever notice how most of my poetry is pretty similar? "Blah blah blah, rhyme, I AM CONFLICTED HURR", blah blah blah poor ending." Hell, even my intros are similar! "This sucks. i'm aware of it. Yeah..."
Pretty girls and pretty boys, I'm getting pretty down
All these people know who they are and I'm just hanging around
I'm looking for my identity in the bin of lost and found.
I'm digging though the leftover scraps of who I used to be
PUshing past the dusty scraps of what they thought of me
The skirts and baseball jerseys knew exactly what they'd see.
And I remember way back when and I just didn't care
When they could take what they said and they could just shove it there.
Now all I want is to just try and fit in somewhere
I know this should be easy but it's just kind of rough
Guess my feeble sense of self was never quite enough
For me to hold on to when the going gets tough.
So just say what you want and i'll be that for you
Who knows if it's false, I won't know if it's true
It's so easy to fake what I never quite knew.
I'll be just find if you don't ask about it
I'll just move past with not real place to fit
We can all hope that I don't up and quite
And I'll hope that I find myself.
Pretty girls and pretty boys, I'm getting pretty down
All these people know who they are and I'm just hanging around
I'm looking for my identity in the bin of lost and found.
I'm digging though the leftover scraps of who I used to be
PUshing past the dusty scraps of what they thought of me
The skirts and baseball jerseys knew exactly what they'd see.
And I remember way back when and I just didn't care
When they could take what they said and they could just shove it there.
Now all I want is to just try and fit in somewhere
I know this should be easy but it's just kind of rough
Guess my feeble sense of self was never quite enough
For me to hold on to when the going gets tough.
So just say what you want and i'll be that for you
Who knows if it's false, I won't know if it's true
It's so easy to fake what I never quite knew.
I'll be just find if you don't ask about it
I'll just move past with not real place to fit
We can all hope that I don't up and quite
And I'll hope that I find myself.