A Lack Of Color

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I'm a sick little attention whore, posting way too much about my personal life these past couple days. Right now I happen to have a splitting headache. I'm pissed. I'm near-tears even though I despise everything about crying. Anxiety is gnawing at me. I'm annoying everyone, aren't I? That remark was about me, wasn't it? I'm sorry. I'm done now.

Done.

And when I see you
I really see you upside down
but my brain knows better
it picks you up and turns you around
turns you around
turns you around

If you feel discouraged
that there's a lack of color here
please don't worry lover
it's really bursting at the seams
absorbing everything
the spectrum's a to z

This is fact not fiction
for the first time in years
all the girls in every girlie magazine
can't make me feel
any less alone
I'm reaching for the phone
to call at 7:03
and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home
but I know it's too late
I should have given you a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay

this is fact not fiction
for the first time in years


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I'm gonna share with you a lesson that I had to learn the hard way, Alexia.

Snap out of it. Plain and simple. I care about you, and I love you. I'll never stop loving you, but there is no way I'm going to let your psyche go this far unchecked.

So, it is with this in mind, I show you the secret to happiness:

Simply don't give two flying (or grounded, whichever you prefer) fucks about what other people say, do, think, feel about you. Because it simply doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is how you make yourself feel. And if you want to feel like this because you have some deep-seated neuroses about what others think, then go ahead. But just know that it will only make you hurt worse.

And if the sugar-coated version didn't hit you, try this tough love version:

Grow the fuck up.


Love you, baby-girl.