There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover. Well she sleeps there alone now or perhaps with another but I try not to think about that. I try
acceptance I always waste my time just wondering What the next man thinks of me I'll never do exactly what I want And I'll sculpt my life for your acceptance
can we give up our need to be right? Give the world a present, give the gift of your acceptance. Give the world a present, give the gift of your acceptance
Tell myself on the ride home Getting tired, hating all I've known Holding on like it's all I have Count me out when it's clear that I find it hard to
There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover Well, she sleeps there alone now or perhaps with another But I try not to think about that, I try
acceptance I always waste my time just wonderin' What the next man thinks of me? I'll never do exactly what I want And I'll sculpt my life for your acceptance
his is it, your time is through You're boring! You're rambling on, no end in sight You're boring! No need to thank your parakeet You're boring! Look at
got the rhythm, got the music in us Never really mattered what breed we are We're little, we're brown, we're different Here's a little bit about acceptance
Won't fight for a cause that's been lost When we gave up our nature denial And too many faces are glowing with pride and assurance But it's their loss
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Another day in my life Another day, I'm insecure How I'm portrayed in this world Maybe it's my skin I know that it's not my mind That's brought on this
Watch it go, watch it go, watch it go She'll have to cut it away to save her life And she knows, see she knows It's like a fatal disease, you'll hear
December falls, I don't think I'm okay Not today, when dad came home He told me go upstairs, I close my eyes A tear falls down as I drop onto my bed Not
Send it home In a paper bag Says things change Maybe it's me You can't fix me up You can't fix me up This bleeding heart This bleeding heart Found broken
Now I know that it's the same Different people, different days And it won't change Do you find security Knowing you have broken me? Like a pastime Hold
time winds down as you stretch upward to heaven his blood resounds as it's not over, precursor We'll paint them red. those things you said We'll paint
Hard times the throw is off line pictures of black and grey Soft minds backed up by hard drives standing in single file Anything to pass the test Like
I take it all to heart Don't point the finger, choose the winner, hold your own It's never been always Who's the liar? I'm the coward, the letter read
