2004-08-08 - 11:43 p.m. -
Happy Birthday, Lisa!
Johnny wishes he was famous
Spends his time alone
in the basement
With Lennon and Cobain
A guitar and a stereo
While he wishes he
could escape this
It all seems so contagious
Not to be yourself and faceless
In a song that has no soul
I remember feeling low
I remember losing hope
I remember all the feelings
And the day they stopped
We are we are all innocent
Tina�s losing faith in what she knows
Hates her music
hates all of her clothes
Thinks of surgery
And a new nose
Every calorie is a war
While she wishes she
was a dancer
And that she'd never
heard of cancer
She wishes God would give her some answers
And make her feel beautiful
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