Sunday, 28 April 2013


you is not eaten a muss 



13.03   28.04.13. 

you didn't have time ! 

the room went dark and Miss Weavers voice boomed out 
i can understand some peoples mother is unwell or their sister 
had an accident  ... you didn't have time ! 

daydreaming out the window about boyzzzz

i really liked school they said nothing would ever compare 
so i never really left .... it was a haven from 
my parents arguments 
a place of sanity where i could learn to be normal .... 

that would distract you from crying  

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you're in the mens Liz 

oh sorry Mark ... thats ok i don't mind ... 

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after that meeting i felt really mental   
like i could see how mental i really was ... 

or is it them ... i mean it does really piss me off when they start on 
about table cloths and stuff 

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you know and what now i gotta
concentrate on these naffs ... and the station announcement 
said to stub out my fag ... 

which is going to be a bit hard or can i smoke 
in between rehearsals  i don't know ... 

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maths lessons on calory counting 

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mummy thats not where the milk goes ... 

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and when i woke they were taking my belongings to forensic 

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and remember that relationship like from the outside 
not going back into the emotion of it 

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i was headless on that horse when it smashed into a wall 

then the hoofs ran over me 

and there was some discrepancy ( long word ) about where he was buried ... 

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like you wanna smoke something to get back into it 



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we wanna get into it man you know doing it we wanna have a good time

and be free and we wanna say what we wanna say ... 












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