She's independent and beautiful
Wish mom could here that; nothing I do is ever good enough, not enough to drag her away from her precious work.
Wish I could be like her
she's got the girls and the boys
so wrapped around her finger
Now that is mom to a t. Everyone loves her, I'd better be quite now, she's coming. Oh god, she looks mad. Ouch.
Rumor is she's some kind of dream
Nobody knows she cries herself to sleep
Why does mom hate me? I know I'll never be as good as her, but why am I not allowed to try? I just want her to stop it. Stop all the looks when I start singing, stop all the walking out in the middle of my song just to get attention. But I know she won't, so I keep up my 'perfect cow' image that means nobody can get close enough to hurt me like she is.
We are not that different from each other
We just want somebody to discover
Who we really are when we drop our guard
That love has gotta start with you and me
We
Ha, I wish, I really wish somebody would actually love me.
He's on the top of the social scene
Shane Gray. Two words and everyone knows who you're talking about. The most recognized person in the world today. The most irritating, stuck up, annoying…… wonderful person alive.
He's stylish cool and clever
He's got a cool attitude that screams
He's got it all together
This boy is so good looking it hurts to look at him for too long, unless you have mega self confidence. I had to spend a summer with him at camp. With a superstar who has everything I want. Friends, loving family, fame, fortune, fans. Everything. Perfect boy. Absolutely flawless.
You'd think he's addicted to himself
But he wishes he could be someone else
It's strange, but I have actually heard him say this. He was in tears, and I was the only person around. Contrary to popular belief I am not heartless, so I went over to him. He looked so small, so vulnerable.
"Hi Shane, what's wrong?"
"Everything Tess. Absolutely everything. Do…. do you ever just wish you could be someone else, anyone, just not you?"
My memory flashes images of mom, sneering, hand raised, me cowering on the floor.
"Yes Shane, I know exactly what you mean. Come here." So I spent a very long time hugging him, most of the night I think. We woke up like that, and have never mentioned it.
We are not that different from each other
We just want somebody to discover
Who we really are when we drop our guard
That love has gotta start with you and me
That's it. I can't take any more of this. I'm leaving. I've got everything packed, all ready to go. But to where? Scrolling down my contacts I pause when I see Shane's number. There's a note attached. "Dear Tess, thank you so so much for that night when I was …. not myself. I get the feeling we've got some things in common. If you ever need someone to talk to, give me a call." Maybe.
We've gotta come together
Oh You know you never ever have to be alone
You've got a hand to hold
The door opens, Shane in his pj's. He just holds me, knowing that it's all I need right now. I just want someone to love me. Not even love, just like. "It's ok Tessie. Its ok sugar, I'm here. You'll be ok. I promise."
Yeah Lalala Oh Oh Oh
We are not that different from each other
We just want somebody to discover
Who we really are when we drop our guard
That love has gotta start with you and me
We Oh Oh And We And We You and me We
We've gotta come together
That night I had my first kiss, that night I got my first boyfriend, that night I opened up and told someone what my mom did to me. That night me and Shane Gray realized how similar we are.
Aw, Shess. Gotta love them. I wrote this cause Lizzle wrote her first FanFic.
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GO READ NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! love her.
gangsta sisters!!!!!!!!