Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Fifty Five

I don't really know what kind of girl I am.
Sometimes I feel exactly like who you're singing. I feel her sorrow and her strength. Her pain and her conviction. I am trapped as she is, and free when you belt out the chorus. The lyrics are a self-portrait, a self-explaining scroll.
And sometimes I just want to sing. Scrap all double entendres, and just let it go. stop taking things so seriously, stop over-analyzing (for god's sake stop over-analyzing) and just let go.

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