"CHANG"
See, I get better with time, like a watch.
See, I get better with time, like a watch.
"Yeah, bitch I'm heavy metal."
I submit no excuse, if this is what I have to do, I owe you everyday I wake.
If I could, I would shrink myself, sink through your skin to your bloodcells, remove what ever makes you hurt, but I'm to weak to be your cure.
There's no combination of words that I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepia tone loving. Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together
No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepia tone loving. Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together
"Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect and I don't live to be. But, before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean."
SOULJA__
So if you're wondering, my name's Kayla, but most people call me Chang. I'm eighteen and living life the best I can. I'm a sometimes-jealous person with three tattoos and one piercing for every year I've been alive less one. Sometimes, it doesn't take a lot to piss me off, but for the most part, I'm pretty chill. I have a few close friends who mean a lot to me. I'm very arachnaphobic and slightly clausterphobic. I prefer comedy to horror and I'm anaphylaxis to shellfish. I don't drink pop or water. Team Aniston, all the way. I see the Liberal side of things and I love cars. I don't understand why so many people hate Yellowknife, it's a great place, aside from the climate. I've surrounded myself with amazing people, and I can't believe I still have a mall job.
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"I wasn't born with enough middle fingers."
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers,
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired,
read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever,
but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,
big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands,
overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired,
read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever,
but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,
big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands,
overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.
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