What if?What if I changed my looks?What if I changed my hair?What if I changed my life?Would you ever care?What if I did what I was told?What if I never talked back?What if I loved only you?Would I still have something to lack?I never want to changeI want to be who I'm meant to beI want to be freeDo you now see?I will never be good enough for youBut who said your good enough for me?I will never be better than youBut who said you were better than me?I will never deserve you,But who the hell said you deserve me?Now I am freeTo be who I amWho I want to beAnd you cant hold me back
Stolen Worlds - ProlougeDown the street, to the left. See the sloppy heart with the two footprints on either side in the concrete. Exactly 13 steps forward. Turn right. 5 steps forward. 7 left. And two to my right. The booth was torn and burnt, one side of it on the floor several feet away. bits of plaster were littering the floor, and the walls were down to their molding. Sitting down on the frayed and broken leather booth, I looked around. It was hard to recall how things were before. Closing my eyes, I gave up my senses. I didn't want to feel the burnt leather stabbing my leg, or hear the sirens and the crying on the street. I hated to smell the gun fire and de
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