Whatever
Whatever happens to usI'll be there next to you
fixed to you, with glue
We are nothing but ourselves
popmusiclisteners, coca-cola-addicts
the generation of non-smoking-kids
But,
(We are smoking anyway)
We are nothing but a bunch of soldiers,
fighting for whatever we aim for.
We cut our wrists one night,
called each other sisters
And
Whatever happens to us
I'll be there next to you
Fixed to you like the strongest glue
Poetry by Poetry-poofter
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Written on 2008-03-02 at 20:42
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