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Typical
i don't want to get up and do the things
that I'm supposed to do. i don't want to be seen.
They won't know what to think. They won't know
how to react. I'm just way too obscene.
I'm scarred for life. i can't stay straight.
I'm totally bent. twisted and turned like your lies.
i want to cry. i feel to die. isn't this great.
i can't understand why you do these things
why i want you to do these things. and i wonder
who it is i am. but who is it you think you are.
i don't want them to understand.. because i don't.
then the jealousy will break open and.. envy.
you know the story. which one. oh there's many.
i wished for my fairy tale. and it came true.
wicked witch of the west. i realized that's you.
there's no place like home. but i know i don't have one.
home is where the heart is. and my heart is in your hands.
i guess that makes me a hobo. dirty, lost, lonely and crazy.
crazy. that's right. crazy for digging my own hole.
and burying myself. crazy for doing half the things i do
half the things i think. watching half the things i watch
and breathing half the people i breathe. but maybe its
just too late to understand. maybe i would be a typical girl
happy in the arms of a man
