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I Call It
by Deanna M Gritsonis
So sitting in that leather chair makes you an expert?
Yeah
I knew if I pored my soul to you
It would be a pop some pills
Call me in 10 days kinda session
Fuck Your Pills
Fuck Your leather chair
And fuck me for be so fucked up
No pills can cure the human mind
No pills can change my life
It wont bring my Dad home
It wont make my Mom sane
It wont pay the bills
I am just not going to be normal
I am just going to get the stares
I already tried my drugs
I already saw death
And I am more real then you
Want a carbon copy of Brittany Spears?
Call the Barbie dolls I live with
I will not show my thong
I will not suck your dick cause its trendy
I will smoke if I want
I will plant a tree cause I care
But I will not just except we have to fit into a Jell-O Mold
Yes, I am angry
I cant eat cause they consider a size 5 fat
I have to wear glitter
And high heels
FUCK THAT FASHION
I wear what I can pay for
I call it
So keep your pills
Down the alcohol
I am not changing to fit your role.
03/01/2002 Posted on 03/01/2002
Copyright © 2025 Deanna M Gritsonis
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