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Another Tale Of The American Dream

{DATE} Novembre 22nd
{TIME} 10:20 AM in the Eastern Cities
{MOOD} Craving New Moon, for real >.<
{NOISE} Neds Declassified School Survival Guide -- TeenNick
{WORKING ON} Stuff
{SUMMARIES} Kiss And Sell Summary
{LATEST UPDATE} Jacob Black THREE!!


I'm Holly. There's nothing super cool or interesting about me. I don't have connections to a hockey player, nor do I travel with some famous band. But I'm all real, and sometimes that's my best and worst quality. I'm a walking music video, and I lipsync in the car as I headbang.

But I'm stuck in this fucking rut
Waiting on a second hand pick me up.

I've never told a lie,
And that makes me a liar,
I've never made a bet,
But we gamble with desire,
I've never lit a match,
With intent to start a fire,
But recently the flames are getting out of control.

You've got me poppin' champagne
I'm at it again, caught up in the moment
But not in the right way
I'm falling in between, tearing up at the seams
We're just aiming to please
And aesthetics don't hurt one bit.


You were fake, I was great nothing personal