i'm not clay
don't mold my like clay,
i don't bend that way.
i'll stay the same
and never change
don't shave off parts that you don't like,
just to put new the ones on,
that i dislike
don't tell me what to say,
i'll say it anyway
just for you
how about: get laid
don't tell me to sit still and look the
"American girl"
i think it's just a drill
don't force me to be your sweetie
it'll be a nastie,
to see me sugarie
don't mold me like clay,
i'll walk away
from this life that you've
created with clay
cherish the people in your
life the way they are,
don't try to change them to what you think would be best
it'll only push them away..
by
leadme2temptationposted on 03/07/2008
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