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| August 2001 / Volume Two / Issue Two | |||||||||
| Diana Cleveland | |||||||||
| And she's just a bit of a girl A few bones thrown together with blood and tissue I'll miss you You'll say as she walks over you Don't mistake her for being weak She'll kick your ass any day She's a punk ass bitch With eyes of a fallen angel And I feel myself falling Falling into something I cannot and will not believe in Somewhere between life and lust and what was lost But yet found She's on her own religion Beyond peripheral vision She's stuck between a rock and a hard place But I think she likes it that way She's screaming in silence Like the good little martyr Never see her break And she's dying to save his tortured soul Turn his frown upside down with something she can't find anymore Confusion rains on her already broken umbrella Chilled to the bone And she's shaking, aching for something Stuck between leaving and staying The world's waiting She'll step out on stage Can't rain on her parade Cause she's a flame Fire caught unchanged Gasoline poured on chaos An idealistic girl full of ambitions and ammunition Go ahead and bend over and kiss your ass goodbye She's gonna blow you away |
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