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Holding smoke in your lungs will **** you At least that's what They say But my grandma smoked for 60 years an she's still alive today They say laughter cures everything but it doesn't hurt any less when you laugh at my faults and mistakes, tearing me down crushing my soul day after day So what are their words good for? They say love is a many splendored thing  But when I gave you my love you told me I was spoiled and wasn't good for any thing They say that big girls don't cry Then why is my heart crying out through my eyes that our love is just a bunch of lies?  and They say that you've got to work for the things you want  but what if the working isn't making you hold on to what we had  So I SAY that today is the day I start being happy  and THEY can go shove thier words where the sun don't shine because they say it's all my fault  and I'm a bad example  and I'm what's wrong with the world today  but if they started saying I maybe the world would stop judging so hard maybe we could all share a slice of what they call humble pie and start keeping our noses to ourselves and eat together in peace not pieces.
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May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
Its all hearsay anyway..
Holding smoke in your lungs will **** you At least that's what They say But my grandma smoked for 60 years an she's still alive today They say laughter cures everything but it doesn't hurt any less when you laugh at my faults and mistakes, tearing me down crushing my soul day after day So what are their words good for? They say love is a many splendored thing  But when I gave you my love you told me I was spoiled and wasn't good for any thing They say that big girls don't cry Then why is my heart crying out through my eyes that our love is just a bunch of lies?  and They say that you've got to work for the things you want  but what if the working isn't making you hold on to what we had  So I SAY that today is the day I start being happy  and THEY can go shove thier words where the sun don't shine because they say it's all my fault  and I'm a bad example  and I'm what's wrong with the world today  but if they started saying I maybe the world would stop judging so hard maybe we could all share a slice of what they call humble pie and start keeping our noses to ourselves and eat together in peace not pieces.
siobhan-a
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May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
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