"Magic's In The Makeup"-No Doubt
Can you tell I'm faking it? But I want to be myself
A counterfeit disposition
Can't be good for my health
So many different faces
Depending on the different phases
My personality changes
I'm a chameleon
There's more than one dimension
I can fool you and attract attention
Camouflage my nature
Let me demonstrate...
Makeup's all off
Who am I?
Magic's in the make up
Who am I?
If you bore me then I'm comfortable
If you interest me I'm scared
My attraction paralyzes me
No courage to show my true colors that exist
But I want to be the real thing
But if you catch my eye can't be authentic
The one's I loath are the one's that know me the best
My makeup's all off
Who am I?
The magic's in the make up
Who am I?
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This song puts me in such a weird mood. Maybe because it hits home? Maybe because I can't relate at all? It changes every time. I'm at a weird point in my life. I'm fairly certain of my future, what I want to be doing, who I want to be with, where I want to be. Yet, I'm not ready to leave all this behind, and I have three semesters left, I couldn't possibly. I feel like my future is going to hinder my present, and that kind of breaks my heart. I just want to leave for the day, and that's the hardest thing for me (besides talking slow.)
I can't wait for Thanksgiving, to feel the warmth of my family, food cooked with love, mornings of nothing, nights of nothing, I won't know what to do with myself! And then just two weeks till winter break. The last few weeks will not be pretty however. I can sense it! Life is such a whirl wind...
I digress. Anything to avoid folding laundry I suppose. Mer. I'm constantly surrounded by paperwork, and I think it's my least favorite thing. How do I do it? Let me find what I don't like the most and spread it around my area constantly. Haha. Only me.
The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours - it is an amazing journey - and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins. ~Bob Moawad
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