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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