the real me, by little_irish_rose Subscribe to rss feed for little_irish_rose

everywhere i go 
the only think i see
are millions of people 
pressuring me

all they want to know
is if i will get high
if i wanted to soar
id grow some wings and fly

i dont need coke, 
alcohol, or weed
to give me an extra rush 
or boost my self esteem

all they talk about
is how good it would make me feel
but if i did those things
none of my happiness would be real

all i really want
are my friends and family
i don't need those other things
to make me really me
Posted: 2006-09-04 19:10:22 UTC

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