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Knocked Over By A Feather

But It Didn't Keep Me Down…

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love

Paper Heart

pile-of-paper-hearts


I don’t know why he hurt me so

Though the reasons I do ponder

And why these brown eyes stay mostly dry

While my sullied soul is laundered

He broke my love, my haunted smile

Into a sorrowed million pieces

The person whom I needed most

He tore apart my paper heart

Along its outlined creases

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I No Longer Believe

(She said) I don’t know if I’ve ever been good enough
I’m a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in
And I don’t know if I’ve ever been really loved
By a hand that’s touched me, well I feel like something’s
Gonna give
And I’m a little bit angry, well

This ain’t over, no not here, not while I still need you
Around
You don’t owe me, we might change
Yeah we just might feel good

I wanna push you around, well I will, I will
I wanna push you down, well I will, I will
I wanna take you for granted, I wanna take you for granted
Well I will

She said I don’t know why you ever would lie to me
Like I’m a little untrusting when I think that the truth is

Gonna hurt ya
And I don’t know why you couldn’t just stay with me
You couldn’t stand to be near me
When my face don’t seem to want to shine
Cuz it’s a little bit dirty well

Don’t just stand there, say nice things to me
I’ve been cheated I’ve been wronged, and you
You don’t know me, I can’t change
I won’t do anything at all

I wanna push you around, well I will, I will
I wanna push you down, well I will, I will
I wanna take you for granted, I wanna take you for granted
Well I will

Oh but don’t bowl me over
Just wait a minute well it kinda fell apart, things get so
Crazy, crazy
Don’t rush this baby, don’t rush this baby

Matchbox Twenty “Push”


A boy my daughter was dating for the last few weeks dumped her because she told him no when he tried to stick his hand down her pants. He told her that he thinks she’s “weird” for not being ready to have sex.

FUCK YOU.

I no longer believe in romantic, endless love.

I no longer believe that I will ever be truly loved by any man, ever.

I’m jaded, for myself and for my daughter.


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I’m sure that most of you reading this are shaking your heads because you don’t agree with me and that’s alright. These are my feelings and I firmly believe what that meme says.

It’s all a fantasy.

Spectors

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