BaileyRaeWeaver:
HERE IT IS
BaileyRaeWeaver:
TIptoe through my brains vomit
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Frozen.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Libby died.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Trading my old shoes for new feet.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
I hung out with a horse
BaileyRaeWeaver:
This isn't a reminder of last year.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Figuring
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Where to end,
BaileyRaeWeaver:
I knew what to expect
BaileyRaeWeaver:
I listen
BaileyRaeWeaver:
<What I hate: Feet.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
What I like: Hands>
BaileyRaeWeaver:
smiling underneath
BaileyRaeWeaver:
up here
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Swim
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Nostrilosity.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
The dark is better
BaileyRaeWeaver:
I can try to contain my excitement
BaileyRaeWeaver:
What was I thinking of?
BaileyRaeWeaver:
I look up to see whose different here
BaileyRaeWeaver:
I am so obviously bored of myself currently
BaileyRaeWeaver:
My own damn composition
BaileyRaeWeaver:
At least I like certain things and they seem to like me back
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Fish eye.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
I don't want to be a pretty girl.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
I'm offended by the way you smell.
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Too careless to fix the problem
BaileyRaeWeaver:
Horror movie
