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Classic but nothing I begin to look within Hoping to find something That will let me love my skin

Fragile but broke I must be fixed The beast shouldn't have been woken Now thoughts in my head are mixed

Shallow but too deep for you I want to race away "Unto ourselves we must be true" But does that mean I have to pay?

Sheer terror but brave I hide from you It seems that I'm always trying to save Myself from loving someone like you

By: Mika Buell June 2, 2001 12:45 a.m.

Inspired by: Everything that has ever gone on in my life and is going on right now.