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Everybody Sees Me As This Sullen And Insecure Little Thing. Those Are Just The Sides Of Me That I Feel It's Necessary To Show Because No One Else Seems To Be Showing Them.

I Don't Mind Making A Fool Of Myself. I Felt Like People Would Be Accepting Of That Because, To Me, That Seems Like An Interesting Way To Do A Show. I've Always Thought That It's Interesting To Watch People Work Things Out On Stage.

I Don't Want To Make This Sound Negative At All, But In The Best Way Possible I Freaking Give Up. I Give Up. You Can't Try And Make Your Life Perfect. I'm Just Trying To Have A Good Time, And I'm Just Trying To Appreciate The Things That I Have Around Me. I Give Up On The 'dream' Dream. I Think That It's All A Dream. I Think It's All Wonderful And Terrible. And I Give Up In The Nicest Way.

I Lie In An Early Bed Thinking Late Thoughts, Waiting For The Black To Replace My Blue. I Do Not Struggle In Your Web Because It Was My Aim To Get Caught. But Daddy Long Legs I Feel That I'm Finally Growing Weary Of Waiting To Be Consumed By You.

The Way I Feel About Music Is That There Is No Right And Wrong. Only True And False.