Youd like to think that smiles dont come in a plastic bottle with printed labels taped to the side. And maybe that you are flying, not falling When you leap towards the tide. The gun is ready. Aimed, Loaded, Cocked. Ready to go. As you start to countdown, Your fear starts to show. But be brave, baby. Isnt that what they say? I wont hold you back, Your living your whole life today. Cause you'd like to think that laughter doesnt come in a plastic bottle with "Dr. Beetle" printed on the side. And you'd like to find for certain That tough men do in fact cry. You've got the knife. Youd like to think your ready to go. But you shudder and shiver. Youd like to...But you just dont know.
Reason for writing:
I dunno if this quite all fits together but i was bored and so yeah here it is.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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