you don’t get to feel you’re ugly.
girls like boys with confidence;
just be hot. you know, successful,
show a little fashion sense.
girls like boys with confidence.
it’s your fault if they don’t like you.
girls like boys who know the deal;
just be cool, you know, and sexy,
tune in to the way they feel.
girls like boys who know the deal.
you don’t get to change the menu:
girls like boys who fit the bill.
just be everything, or nothing,
try? it doesn’t matter, still
girls like boys who fit the bill
There comes a day when each must walk away
And strike out for the father side of shore;
No work to do, and just one bill to pay —
When all we carry with us is our core —
The things we’ve really thought and really feel:
The hearts we treasure and the love we’ve known —
To walk away from all we’ve thought as real
Towards the side of shore we walk
The wind will sometimes whisper, if
She’s still enough to hear it —
Of living on to afterhope,
And if she will come near it
The wind will sometimes whisper; she
Has heard it on the lea —
The mournful breeze that blows right through
The other ghosts
Love is an endless raging storm:
And constant ache, a boundless need —
Love is an act of insolence;
A soul to teach, a mouth to feed
Love is a crying, howling wind
That blows wherever all it blows,
And like the wind, it chills our souls,
Then takes that with it when
Be thankful, but
Do not forget:
Or else the worst
Has not come
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