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Hangin' with the raisin girls
Okay, one thing: I'm probably not going to be able to go to Bri's christmas concert on Tuesday, unless I can spend the night which is a pretty big maybe *pout*
And then a poem I wrote when I was kind of pissed at mom, while thinking of this girl who really hurt me (and continues to hurt me). If you want to know the story behind it, just ask.
I wrote this while listening to Cornflake Girl, thus the several mentions of cornflakes and raisins, but it really is about a betrayl a girl (B) commited against me, and how I've leanred to deal with cornflakes.
B. (The C.F. Girl)
Pt. 1
You know what it's like
You really wish you didn't
You know exactly how it feels
To have manicured nails dig into your heart
Yeah you were young
You were naive
It's okay it's not your fault
That you were innocent and put your trust in her
You had to tell someone
She was the first person
So you told her all your dirty secrets
Trusting her to keep them safe
Instead
She tells the person who you wanted last to hear
And uses all their slurs and insults against you
Even after you told her how bad they sting
And she laughs
And she laughs
As you cry
Heartbreak pouring out
And she smiles
She smiles
When you fall
Crashing so hard
She asks again and again
She asks
What's the big deal
Why do the lies hurt so bad when they aren't close to true?
She doesn't see
She's so damn blind
Or maybe just a bitch
Who knows or cares
That the lies
The assumptions
People make
Those hurt worse than the truth
And her betrayal
That hurts worst of all
It makes you want to
It can sometimes make you want to die
Pt. 2
Instead
You just smile
You've learned to pity her
Poor little carbon copy cornflake
She doesn't understand the smile
You laugh out loud
And run on back to all those wonderful unique
Crazy raisins
She
Dry and fake
You
Moist real alive
She's got no flavor
No style that's all her own
You're juicy
And fresh
She points and laughs
At the pain you and the others
The pain you feel at the hands of those like her
So you do
You do what you've gotta do
Revenge
Vengeful vengeful fruit
But not her style
No
That would be weak
Instead just subtle digs
Try and make her realize how corny she is
But she doesn't catch it
Too busy
Making others think
She's perfect
While you revel in your imperfection
Proud of your wrinkles
Laughing at her vanity
Knowing she'll destroy herself the way she did your trust
And then a poem I wrote when I was kind of pissed at mom, while thinking of this girl who really hurt me (and continues to hurt me). If you want to know the story behind it, just ask.
I wrote this while listening to Cornflake Girl, thus the several mentions of cornflakes and raisins, but it really is about a betrayl a girl (B) commited against me, and how I've leanred to deal with cornflakes.
B. (The C.F. Girl)
Pt. 1
You know what it's like
You really wish you didn't
You know exactly how it feels
To have manicured nails dig into your heart
Yeah you were young
You were naive
It's okay it's not your fault
That you were innocent and put your trust in her
You had to tell someone
She was the first person
So you told her all your dirty secrets
Trusting her to keep them safe
Instead
She tells the person who you wanted last to hear
And uses all their slurs and insults against you
Even after you told her how bad they sting
And she laughs
And she laughs
As you cry
Heartbreak pouring out
And she smiles
She smiles
When you fall
Crashing so hard
She asks again and again
She asks
What's the big deal
Why do the lies hurt so bad when they aren't close to true?
She doesn't see
She's so damn blind
Or maybe just a bitch
Who knows or cares
That the lies
The assumptions
People make
Those hurt worse than the truth
And her betrayal
That hurts worst of all
It makes you want to
It can sometimes make you want to die
Pt. 2
Instead
You just smile
You've learned to pity her
Poor little carbon copy cornflake
She doesn't understand the smile
You laugh out loud
And run on back to all those wonderful unique
Crazy raisins
She
Dry and fake
You
Moist real alive
She's got no flavor
No style that's all her own
You're juicy
And fresh
She points and laughs
At the pain you and the others
The pain you feel at the hands of those like her
So you do
You do what you've gotta do
Revenge
Vengeful vengeful fruit
But not her style
No
That would be weak
Instead just subtle digs
Try and make her realize how corny she is
But she doesn't catch it
Too busy
Making others think
She's perfect
While you revel in your imperfection
Proud of your wrinkles
Laughing at her vanity
Knowing she'll destroy herself the way she did your trust
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