Sunday, June 21, 2009

the way the world underestimates me will be my greatest weapon



Well I'd like to think I'm the mess you'd wear with pride.
Like some empty dress on the bed you've laid out for tonight.
Maybe I'll tell you sometime.




Remove those "I want you to like me" stickers
from your forehead

and instead place them where they will truly do the most good;
Your mirror.

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