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You've got the right moves
and everyone knows who you are.
You're a girl with hips that swagger,
alcohol flowing down your throat.
Oh, so exposed!
Those perfect clothes
and, heaven knows,
how many hearts
you'll claim.
You're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
everyone knows your name.
Fame and fortune are accessories,
toys you tuck in your bag,
as the boys purse their lips
to get a kiss...
but you're too good for them.
And so it goes;
your renown grows
and, I suppose,
it's all just
one big game.
You're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
everyone loves you all the same.
And I will be there
when you fall.
This masquerade,
it's miserable.
When you're exposed
and you've lost it all,
I will be there...
to say, "I told you so."
You're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
everyone knows your name.
You're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
everyone loves you all the same.
You've got the world
in your pocket,
you're floating
on air,
dreams detached,
you're just blurring the line again.
and everyone knows who you are.
You're a girl with hips that swagger,
alcohol flowing down your throat.
Oh, so exposed!
Those perfect clothes
and, heaven knows,
how many hearts
you'll claim.
You're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
everyone knows your name.
Fame and fortune are accessories,
toys you tuck in your bag,
as the boys purse their lips
to get a kiss...
but you're too good for them.
And so it goes;
your renown grows
and, I suppose,
it's all just
one big game.
You're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
everyone loves you all the same.
And I will be there
when you fall.
This masquerade,
it's miserable.
When you're exposed
and you've lost it all,
I will be there...
to say, "I told you so."
You're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
everyone knows your name.
You're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
you're a starlet now,
everyone loves you all the same.
You've got the world
in your pocket,
you're floating
on air,
dreams detached,
you're just blurring the line again.
Literature
The Sound
How...does one know if he is strong?
And how...do you know if fighting,
Is right, or if it's wrong?
I! Have been holding on so long!
This life is so real!
I never thought I would feel,
All this pain inside!
It is the story, the story of my life,
So many nightmares, so many sleepless nights...!
I! I cannot break now,
Because if I do, there is no way out...
And so I cry...
And my heart breaks at the sound...
It is the,
Sound of my joy,
The sound of my pain,
And, this will never change
It is the,
Sound of my laughter,
The sound of my tears,
These things will remain...
The sound, you see,
It's the rhythm that surrounds me...
I! I have been
Literature
Dressing
Yesterday," you said, "I went through my closet and paired a tie with each one of my shirts."
You seemed pleased, and Siera smiled a little.
"I've got one whole room just to get dressed in," you added. Since Danah moved out, you didn't.
She wanted to hug you, but couldn't - it was a rule, kind of. No hugging, no kissing. Not since she moved out. It was implied.
So you sat with her on the couch, and tempted Berkeley to sit between you. The cat took up a lot of room, but your fingers brushed hers along the long, narrow expanses of tabby-stripe.
"So, hey. Thanks."
"Please don't say
Literature
tetnis
her skin bruises like storm clouds, cuts like lightning
and her skeleton aches for different reasons every day.
the blood on her knees matches the blush on her cheeks
and she thinks she's in love.
she starts to think she feels butterflies, but different
they're moths, attacking and decaying her insides
her liver is shutting down and she can't eat anymore
but the heart beat barely hurts
she looks into his pretty brown eyes and they're so
sad, so fucking sad she just wants to hold his fragile
face between her fingers but he's sand, he's water vapor
she blinks and he's barely there
he has scars like her, though his are less casu
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I read this while listening to Liar, Liar by The Used. It'd definitely make a good emo-punk-grunge song