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Liar
In a Rut
I Like Juice
Color Gaurd
Suicide Girl
Needy
Pussy
Blech
Underneath the Moon
Through the Door
Amazing
And So I Thought
Escape the Shame
Why So Glum, Chum?
I Wish I'd Kissed You
Not Much
Self-Pity
Better off as Friends
The Foolishness of Thinking
Never Enough
Played
Her Trudy
The Thin Red Line
Pretty Baby
Bi-Polar
Advice for the Ages
Prose




UNDERNEATH THE MOON

I loved him in the morning
Her in the afternoon
He died a tragic death
She left me feeling blue
She doesn't know it kills me
When she says she hates herself
She doesn't see I hate me
And want to off myself
She complains about her hips
And how she's not real
I love to touch her lips
I want to be crushed under her heel
She's my little beauty
The one I want to be
She makes me despise myself
She makes me want to scream

But I smile
And I sigh
And I say
I'm feeling fine

He made me feel pretty
He died in the clothes
He died in the city
He died in his role
He hated being him
She hates being her
She hates being pretty
I love looking at her
I hate her in the morning
And in the afternoon
I love her in the evening
Underneath the moon
I hate me in the morning
And in the afternoon
I hate me in the evening
Underneath the moon
My heart is travel stained
Don't turn on the lights
I'm a creature made for looking
Only at night
Love me touch me hurt me
Anything will do
I can always hurt me
Better than can you
Pull away the skin
To see the real me
Rub salt into the bones
Cut to watch me bleed
I hate the hate that eats me
I hate the eat that hurts
I hate I hate I hate you
But I always hate me worse
I love I love I love you
But I always hate me worse

And I smile
And I sigh
And I say
I'm feeling fine






Melukar@attbi.com


Copyright 2001 Trudy Smock
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