Butterfly, Fly Away., by Bring Me That So Called Nicotine Subscribe to rss feed for Bring Me That So Called Nicotine

Never will I be the one to conform to the rules of society.
I've tried so hard to be free.
Shunned my old self and made new.
"Oh so pretty, fuck this alternative reality."

Never will I be the one to conform but,
Already do I try to please you.
Everything you say is to spite me.
"Your too pretty, oh so pretty."

Stop the bull shit!
Time to be you. Time to let loose.
Do the things you've always wanted to.
Already cut back on the timeline.
Living a false life on this thin wavelength.
Giving me a chance but I hate faith.
"Your too goddamn pretty."

Me, just be me.
Strangers, friends and family will understand.
I can't live with my heart in their hands.
"Oh so pretty when you cry."

Next time they see me, truth is heard.
Hair is different, body transformed.
My body is a temple.
I'm gonna decorate the walls.
My hair is my crowned jewel,
So let me show it off.
Posted: 2011-12-09 22:36:46 UTC

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2012-01-30 19:37:00Sarah
I love this.