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i lock the door and lock my head
and dream of butterflies instead
the beauty of their colored wings
the trees, the grass, and pretty things
imagination fills the void of my existance
daddy says "i love you girl.
it's not your fault your mom and me
don't get along."
i know he's lying
i know their's no such thing as inexplicable
i hear, forget this world in bed
and suddenly the sun comes up
that's when my pets all come alive
they cheer me up and tell me everything's alright
stuffed animals are always right.
my favorite song, my favorite show,
i wonder if they even know
or if they care
or if they even notice i am standing there
i want my pets to come alive
and cheer me up and tell me everything's alright
stuffed animals are always right.
everything's alright.
stuffed animals are always right.
my eyes all red, the baby's wet,
and somebody has to get that phone
i want my pets to come alive and
cheer me up and tell me
everything's alright
i lock the door and lock my head
and dream of butterflies instead
-k's choice; cocoon crash-
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