you're too busy following the crowd.
First off, let's get this straight. I do not have, nor have I ever had, cancer. I did not shave my head for any purpose. I have Alopecia.
I have ten fingers and ten toes. Two Z's, an I and an L. In reverse order. One head screwed on not-quite-right, and two hands to doodle to my heart's content. Ears, nose, mouth. A few freckles here and there. Watch around my wrist, makeup around my eyes. In black. Chipped nails and chipped polish. And a glow in my eyes that intrigues you. Makes you think. Makes you question. Makes you come up and say hello.
Of course, I'll greet you suspiciously. Your American Eagle sweater will catch my eye. I'll smirk, I've already decided who you are; Daddy's little princess. Mommy doesn't like you so much, and you use that to buy all the sympathy you'll ever need in life. Blow a few people, and a few people off, and you're in the right place. On top of the world. Everything is just a touch away: Shiny new jewelry, size 0 clothes. ********, you've even got him if you want. So yes, of course I am suspicious. How many lives have you ruined with those manicured pink fingernails?
You'll look at me in response to my expression, a sense of uneasiness will fill you to the top of your bleached-blond head. Can you see it in my eyes? Roll your own baby blues, shake your hips, and move back into your group of girls that look just like you. Names float through the air from venomous tongues, but one in particular catches my attention.
"Lizz."
Just can't get enough of me, can you?
♥ ♥ ♥
"it's not me, it's you. actually, it's the taxidermy of you and me."
I have ten fingers and ten toes. Two Z's, an I and an L. In reverse order. One head screwed on not-quite-right, and two hands to doodle to my heart's content. Ears, nose, mouth. A few freckles here and there. Watch around my wrist, makeup around my eyes. In black. Chipped nails and chipped polish. And a glow in my eyes that intrigues you. Makes you think. Makes you question. Makes you come up and say hello.
Of course, I'll greet you suspiciously. Your American Eagle sweater will catch my eye. I'll smirk, I've already decided who you are; Daddy's little princess. Mommy doesn't like you so much, and you use that to buy all the sympathy you'll ever need in life. Blow a few people, and a few people off, and you're in the right place. On top of the world. Everything is just a touch away: Shiny new jewelry, size 0 clothes. ********, you've even got him if you want. So yes, of course I am suspicious. How many lives have you ruined with those manicured pink fingernails?
You'll look at me in response to my expression, a sense of uneasiness will fill you to the top of your bleached-blond head. Can you see it in my eyes? Roll your own baby blues, shake your hips, and move back into your group of girls that look just like you. Names float through the air from venomous tongues, but one in particular catches my attention.
"Lizz."
Just can't get enough of me, can you?
♥ ♥ ♥
"it's not me, it's you. actually, it's the taxidermy of you and me."
And you wrote bad cheques just to fill your arms.
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Hopefully they'll work on it a bit and not just spend all that time/money on advertising.