So I've been deconstructing my life and I've realized something.
I can't be superwoman.
I might not be good enough for josh or paris or steven or him, but then again, they might not be good enough for me.
I might not be cute enough to wear a mini skirt from Abercrombie and Bitch, but then again, it might not look good on me.
I'm not superwoman.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
You are you, and that is good enough for anyone worthy of your love and friendship. I love you, and I AM AS COOL AS THAT CIRCUS LADY! haha
Love! LeeA