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They painted up your secrets
With the lies they told you
And the least they ever gave you
Was the most you ever knew
And I wonder where these dreams go
When the world gets in your way
What’s the point in all this screaming
No one’s listening anyway
Your voice is small and fading
And you hide in here unknown
And your mother loves your father
cause she’s got nowhere to go
And she wonders where these dreams go
cause the world got in her way
What’s the point of ever trying
Nothing’s changing anyway
They press their lips against you
And you love the lies they say
And I tried so hard to reach you
But you’re falling anywayAnd you know I see right through you
When the world gets in your way
What’s the point in all the screaming
You’re not listening anyway
--Goo Goo Dolls*******************************************************
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Most people have imaginary friends; I have an imaginary therapist. This way I can imagine I am not crazy, my life doesn't suck, I will one day leave my job of 14 years and my son's principal only calls me to school cuz he likes me. I have a high stupidity meter and a low tolerance for stupidity, so 3/4 of my day is spent making faces behind people's back. My therapist assures me that my face will not get stuck that way, no matter what my mother said.
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