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Jan 2015
You can jump into a shadow in the middle of the day
Tell yourself that it’s the nighttime while you hate your life away
You can do someone a favor just for something in return
If you think you know it all, friend, then you can never learn
You can call yourself a victim if you want to live a lie
Lock yourself up in a mirror and then kiss your friends goodbye
You can call yourself abnormal if you want to be insane
You can carry an umbrella just waiting for the rain

Looking for life, you turn the dial
Life doesn't start until you smile

You can look at your reflection, and believe it’s really you
See a lie that’s full of beauty, and then tell yourself it’s true
You can wave around a drumstick and think it’s a magic wand
There are countless friendly voices, but you never respond
You can say she wants attention when she really needs a friend
You think that it's many miles when it's just around the bend
You can wait here for the future to be sent here in the mail
Live a life so free and easy and act like it's a jail

You've got no reason to be hateful
Look at your life, you should be grateful

You can call an angel evil and pretend that love is hate
You can see somebody suffer and pretend that you relate
You can call somebody plastic and then wonder why they leave
Sure maybe your dreams are all dead, but there’s no need to grieve
You live in a world of colors, but you just see black and white
If you take a look around you, you'll see you were never right
You can get nothing but loving and then hate in all your songs
But your one friend and your hero can show you that you're wrong

Nobody here is hateful of you
Open your eyes, 'cause we all love you
This is one of MANY songs of mine that deal with talking about my past self. In this one, I'm talking directly to him. And if you're wondering, yes, I do refer to myself with male pronouns when I'm talking about things I did at this point in my life. It helps me to deal with my regrets when I think of us as different people. Is that healthy? Probably not, but eh.
Madeline Marie Morley
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Madeline Marie Morley  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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