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Wednesday, November 09, 2005

What M I to Do?

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me

I'm more than a bird
I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
'Bout a home I'll never see

It might sound absurd
But don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed

But won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me

Up, up and away, away from me
Well, it's alright
You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy or anything

I can't stand to fly

I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees


Upclose and personal. This is my blog, my rants. My stories of life. I'm just your average girl next door. Need I say more? I write about what I think feels. I don't care about what you think about me 'cause it don't matter. If you think you don't like me or my blog, you can leave. Otherwise, come on in and hear my rants!! =) A year older comes May second. Sexy, Naughty, Bithcy ME! dylalicious@gmail.com Chat. Nuffang. Tweet Tweet Tweet. Archives. June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 October 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 June 2008 August 2008 September 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 October 2009 November 2009 January 2010 July 2010 August 2010 September 2010 December 2010 November 2011	Wednesday, November 09, 2005 What M I to Do? I can't stand to fly I'm not that naive I'm just out to find The better part of me I'm more than a bird I'm more than a plane More than some pretty face beside a train And it's not easy to be me Wish that I could cry Fall upon my knees Find a way to lie 'Bout a home I'll never see It might sound absurd But don't be naive Even heroes have the right to bleed I may be disturbed But won't you concede Even heroes have the right to dream It's not easy to be me Up, up and away, away from me Well, it's alright You can all sleep sound tonight I'm not crazy or anything I can't stand to fly I'm not that naive Men weren't meant to ride With clouds between their knees 11:54 PM ·