I'm sick and tired of everybody Thinking they know what's best for me and Maybe God wanted me to be Nothing special I'm past the point of breaking and I'm Not sure if I'm a gonna make it I'll keep this gift from breaking as long as you believe. This is the part of the song Where I just don't give a f**k about what you want What you heard, what you thought I won't give up that easily Hold me in your tenderness Over-rated So ungrateful for this mess Greetings from the part Of the part that doesn't want to be a part of this f*****g machine
_________________ I never give you my number, I only give you my situation. Beatles
We're clearly soldiers in petticoats And dauntless crusaders for woman's votes Though we adore men individually We agree that as a group they're rather stupid!
_________________ “The darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” — from Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot