Don't be a ***** girl
Why so sensitive?
You're not your mother's daughter, that's for **** certain,
Yes definitely your father's, that poor old Sod.
That movie screen is not reality,
Dry your God **** eyes.
Spill the tears for true tragedies,
The ones that relate directly to You,
Me--
Why, which ones?
The ones I say so, of course, the ones I deem most worthy.
The ones the Normals react to. The tragedies of our own.
Why weep for the sake of others? They are not Us, nor we Them.
Save the river in your heart
For the things that truly matter.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
Don't be a ***** girl
Why so sensitive?
You're not your mother's daughter, that's for **** certain,
Yes definitely your father's, that poor old Sod.
That movie screen is not reality,
Dry your God **** eyes.
Spill the tears for true tragedies,
The ones that relate directly to You,
Me--
Why, which ones?
The ones I say so, of course, the ones I deem most worthy.
The ones the Normals react to. The tragedies of our own.
Why weep for the sake of others? They are not Us, nor we Them.
Save the river in your heart
For the things that truly matter.
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