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07-13-06, 11:36 PM
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"Through These Eyes" - ft. Indeph
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"Through These Eyes"
Italics - Indeph Regular - Unreal. I don't know what's next, so many moments I been so depressed my chest is blowin’ it's nose, until I grow some breasts mascaras running on my face everywhere it's somethin’ I can't care mopin’ leave's me open to their assumptions why aren't I beautiful? I'm smart, but there's few in school that even notice I exist, now my heart is disputable what would I give to be as pretty as Paris and Nicky I would cherish it plenty, my piercings.. will my parents forgive me? I feel obese, people say you have a meal... so eat but I'm fulfilled with empty, although I still go weak the posters around me are the best in appearance although I contest the mirrors ugly reflection when near it my best friend's the television, it tells me how to be and teaches etiquette to forever get the males surrounding me as I develop into a teen, I notice men but jealous and envy are often the closest friends And through these eyes I see the world Everyone wants to be a cover girl. Listen to this child, her whole life is being brainwashed as the clock tick-tocks away the minutes ‘till her head rots Distraught by the politics; her role models are deceiving us If looks could kill, they’d be devious – look at where they’re leading us A path of self-distortion, proportionate to the model’s life Feelings all mixed up inside, ‘cause her father died when she was five. She’d trade it all, fame and charm – to spend another night in his arms He’d cradle the dying child, skin and bones with a hidden scar to reopen it by asking “What did you trade to come this far??” A future of hope for a widowed daughter amid a heart of gold to be turned to stone – and sat upon by Hollywood stars alone. She sits at home, and gasps her one last wish upon her shaky lips: “I want my life back.” before preparing to exist endowed in cocaine’s crippling grip. The young girl lays, pondering the posters pinned on her bedroom wall The model falls… wondering why she wants one thing…. ………………………………………… When she could have it all. And through these eyes they see what it’s like to have already died as to just feel alive. Silent & Pakaveli - Cremation of Souls
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Was he robbed of the ashphalt that cushioned his face? Last edited by I Am Unreal. : 07-13-06 at 11:59 PM. |
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07-16-06, 02:16 PM
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