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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2009 Nov 15 Comment on this Work [[2009.11.15.23.02.19771]] |
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Tell me what's your poison? Oh, I want to rebel. I want to sell myself short in a cheap motel. I want to bet all of my money on a losing hand. I want to live upon the sea in my castle of sand. Sometimes I just want everything to crash down on me. I want to embrace life's disaster, Believe that everything's free. Rip the dance card--grab that pretty little bitch by the hair, Make you wonder, take you under, down to my darkest lair. Fleeting chances, fleeting life, Bruised romances, ugly strife. Always vixen, never wife...? Ha, yeah it's toxic. So, tell me what's your poison? Cause' I want to rebel. |