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It's all the same every day You always have a lot to say First you're angry, screaming loud Then you're acting as if you're proud First you say I screwed things up Then you're giving me a free soda cup You tell me I do nothing when I really tried You ignore that you're killing me inside Then you laugh and share the fun As if a new day has begun But it's not ok It doesn't go away You still make me feel like utter shit Then a second later, forget about it I do so much to please you But all of my plans just fall through You claim you show all the signs You ignore everything the same of mine When I wanna die you call me a liar

You were a hatchling, small and shy Curious and always asking "Why?" You tested your wings, you learned to fly But you were afraid to go too high Soon you had some words to say You found those wings and flew away I knew it would come, this mournful day But those words, your words, will not decay

She takes another sip of the bitter fixation. "I'm dying. Every day I'm dying. Every day I'm further gone." It's not enough. It's too weak. Any more bitter and she'd be sick. But it's still not enough. "I'm a living zombie, walking every day like it's meaningless." Nothing short of drastic will help. Nothing short of stupid will do anything. "How can you live each day like your last when there's nothing left to live for?" But day by day it goes on and on. Like the un-playable warped record, it pitches the needle back to the beginning. "Just Like Starting Over" starts over again and doesn't get very far Again and again the intro plays That's

Sometimes I feel like I'm just Alone Even though everyone is here Even though they say they care They don't all care If they did, they'd have helped Unfortunately they're the powerful My problems don't exist Only theirs I'm so alone While they claim I lie They claim it's all a sham A plot to make them SUFFER But they're making me suffer Wait no I don't exist I'm only allowed to be alone!

Biting on the edge of her glass, she stared upward into his eyes. Her short, spiky hair was blonde with streaks of green and pink. She sat there all black and white and cyan leopard print. He was going to have to try harder if he was gonna take her home. Just a little feel, another drink, a quick kiss. Another feel- He backed away. Shit. Lost another one. She frowned and walked on, shaking her hips as she went. It wasn't her fault. She just didn't have the cash yet. She would soon. Other men watched as she walked past. They beckoned to her. She was going to get the cash one day. But until then, the inside just didn't 100% match the outsi