Don’t know, who a man is in the world of heroes and sluts.
Tryin’ to find the right one, always stumbling on "buts".
Giving up being a good girlie, habituating to "no",
You're in control, you're out of control.
Putting on your best dress just to throw it out.
You lose self-identity in front of the crowd
Of those who will never deserve
Your words, body and nerves.
Well, go on, this is what you’re actually born for
No one will ever meet the man you used to be before.
on your way
© Copyright: Mestra, 2007
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Splendid philosophical verse.
Firstly, are you living in the world only of h?
Secondly, completely agree: How human lose self-identity management and access control – better write in foreign language
Lastly, changing in the stream of time and staying oneself - problem and purpose of personal internal world. And it is really difficult, but worthy purpose to life.
Sincerely yours
Anry
Anry 29.12.2007 22:41 • Заявить о нарушении
Firstly, are you living in the world only of h?
Secondly, completely agree: How human lose self-identity management and access control – better write in foreign language
Lastly, changing in the stream of time and staying oneself - problem and purpose of personal internal world. And it is really difficult, but worthy purpose to life.
Sincerely yours
Anry
Anry 29.12.2007 22:41 • Заявить о нарушении
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