miércoles, 9 de marzo de 2011

Why can't i walk down a street free of suggestion? is my body the only trait in the eye's of men? i've got some skin you want to look in, there lays no reward in what you discover... you spent yourself watching me suffer, suffer you words, suffer your eyes, suffer your hands... suffer your interpretation of what it is to be a man... i've got some skin you want to look in... she does nothing to deserve it, he only wants to observe it, we sit back like they taught us, we keep quiet like they taught us, he just wants to prove she does nothing to remove it, we don't want anyone to mind u,s so we play the roles that they assigned us, she does nothing to conceal it he touches her 'cause he wants to feel it'... we blame her for being there... but we are all guilty.

Nada de "feliz día".

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