Friday, March 07, 2003

i was locked
into being my mother's daughter
i was just eating bread and water
thinking nothing ever changes...

mmmm guess what guys??

IM STILL GROUNDED !! yay!!!!!

[I'm not going through the details of it in here because its sort of long and complicated and you have to know my situation with my mom...]

im sick of trying to fit my moms expectations... im sick of trying to make her happy. I'm sick of being paranoid that my actions arent good enough. im sick of being sick about all this fucking shit.... yeah yeah. So you just pat my back and tell me every teenager goes through this crap. guess I'm just like everyone else...

I'm sick of painting in black and white
my pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
to fit your definition
Picture the scene, where whatever you thought,
would, in the blink of an eye,
manifest and become illustrated
You'd be sure man that every
line drawn reflected a life that you loved
not an existence that you hated
So, must we demonstrate that
we can't get it straight?
We've painted a picture,
now we're drowning in paint
Lets figure out what the fuck it's about
before the picture we painted
chews us up and spits us out
I'm sick of painting in black and white
my pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
to fit your definition
Redefine

Bianca
7:16 PM