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“I’m an easy crier, But sometimes I cry the hardest. And my laugh doesn’t sound too pretty, But I always laugh the loudest. I’m a fast talker, But I don’t lisp as much anymore. I chew my lip, I can’t tell you how many smiles I’ve faked, And if “I’m fine” is a lie I’ve lost track Of how many lies I’ve told. Because I wear my heart on my sleeve, I’ve earned quite a few battle scars, But my heart’s always been for The underdog. I’m misunderstood, Sometimes I laugh when I shouldn’t, Sometimes I speak when I should only be seen. I’m thin-skinned, not exactly loud-mouthed, But if you gave me the choice Of whether to whisper Or shout, I’d scream for all I’m worth. I mess up, I freak out, I have nervous ticks, Sometimes I use cop-outs. I worry too much, Sometimes I overthink, Sometimes I don’t think enough. I should be more careful, I should be more selfless, I need to practice grace, Be less worried about my face. But all these things Make me Me. And yeah, I need to be more selfless, I need to not be vain, But I’m going to have my struggles, And someday they’ll be my past, But I have good qualities too, And they’ll always be part of me.”
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
Part of Me
“I’m an easy crier, But sometimes I cry the hardest. And my laugh doesn’t sound too pretty, But I always laugh the loudest. I’m a fast talker, But I don’t lisp as much anymore. I chew my lip, I can’t tell you how many smiles I’ve faked, And if “I’m fine” is a lie I’ve lost track Of how many lies I’ve told. Because I wear my heart on my sleeve, I’ve earned quite a few battle scars, But my heart’s always been for The underdog. I’m misunderstood, Sometimes I laugh when I shouldn’t, Sometimes I speak when I should only be seen. I’m thin-skinned, not exactly loud-mouthed, But if you gave me the choice Of whether to whisper Or shout, I’d scream for all I’m worth. I mess up, I freak out, I have nervous ticks, Sometimes I use cop-outs. I worry too much, Sometimes I overthink, Sometimes I don’t think enough. I should be more careful, I should be more selfless, I need to practice grace, Be less worried about my face. But all these things Make me Me. And yeah, I need to be more selfless, I need to not be vain, But I’m going to have my struggles, And someday they’ll be my past, But I have good qualities too, And they’ll always be part of me.”
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
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