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seashell eyes. windy smile. oceanchild, calls me. so i sing a song of love
i’m a wanderess, i’m a one night stand, don’t belong to no city, don’t belong to no man, i’m the violence in the pouring rain, i’m a hurricane.
i’m an anti-social anarchist i sound like so and so, they say i’m just a stupid kid, another crazy radical, rock and roll is dead i probably should’ve stayed in school, another generation x who somehow slipped up through the cracks, oh they’d love to see me fall but i’m already on my back
don't wanna be an american idiot don't want a nation under the new media and can you hear the sound of hysteria? the subliminal mind-fuck america
oh i think my boyf’s a nihilist... that’s sad
i personify the adolescent on a phone on a phone speaking like i’m bigger than my body, i personify the lack of freedom in your life
i mean, if it was you that made my body, you probably shouldn’t have made me an atheist
imma scream and shout for what i love, passionate but i don’t give no fucks. i admit that i’m a lil messed up. i’m obsessive and i love too hard, good at overthinking with my heart. sorry if i’m up and down a lot. sorry that i think i’m not enough. sorry if i say sorry way too much.