How can someone say they know me when I can't even see What the hell is going on all inside of me? I think my life through and through I am just as average and plain as any old shoe I don't know when to shut up 'Cause all I do is fuck up I look at myself in the mirror The spitting image brings a tear As one day I hope to get a clue To become famous, better than any old shoe I want to leave this life behind To go and seek what is truly mine I want to be free at peace Where my nonexistence shall cease Something different, something new Something better than any old shoeBirth sign: Libra
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