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May 2012 Maybe someday later i'll be able to fly,
until then all i'll ever wonder is why,
you had to all treat me the same,
act like each other but swear to be a unique dame,
always find another right after me,
so why do i allow my later luck to be free?
each one is better then the prior, only one is still,
around my edge like a windowsill,
sometimes i feel bigger then my body, held back by my features,
so i rebel and lead an army of creatures,
of those under the bleachers smoking a blunt,
no need for a front line when smoke will come heavy right up front,
only way to fly for a time is to get high,
so until you really love me don't ask why,
i continue to turn to a downer, how different are you?
don't question me until you're ready for part two.
