Sometimes, you just want to die. Not so much for the death part of it all. But sometimes you want out. You want to flow into the waves of sound and fly away in it.
Sometimes you want to be right. You want to be desirable. You want to know that you've got it too. After all, this is the only life you remember.
Sometimes you want to be like everyone else.. so much better, so much free- er, so many more things to do.
Sometimes you just want to feel 23. Without the chaos, without the debris and without the bleak feeling of what lies ahead.
Sometimes you want to be right. You want to be desirable. You want to know that you've got it too. After all, this is the only life you remember.
Sometimes you want to be like everyone else.. so much better, so much free- er, so many more things to do.
Sometimes you just want to feel 23. Without the chaos, without the debris and without the bleak feeling of what lies ahead.
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