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Mister Cookey
by Cayle Rose
Written on 12/14/2010

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I look in the mirror
I see my own faults - 
Flaws -
I see an empty soul

I guess throwing up would be my inspiration
Wait - one more time
One last time
My stomach bleeds -
Cannot stop
Just wither away

I - DONT - CARE..

In school they said I looked like a boy
It hurt my soul
No one knew me
No one Knew me

I live alone
Im so by myself
Look in the mirror
I see my own faults - 
Flaws
I see an empty soul

Throwing up would be the right choice
One more time - oh GOD it never ends!
Look in the mirror I see my soul
It wants to break free - 
Let me out of this pain

They put me on pills
I talk to a stranger
I tell my sister I-love-her-so-much
Hide my pain

..Withering away

I feel so ugly
I don't think I'm pretty
Anti-so-cial

I'm home alone
I look in the mirror
I see my face
- So much pain..

I cut myself
I want to feel real
I feel so ugly
No one knows me
No one knows me

Here comes this hand
Its reaching for me
So - unexpected
Its that cookey boy

For some reason
Things get better
I can't explaine it
I - feel so real!
My stomach's healed
I feel so pretty

I look in the mirror
I'm finally here
I feel so free
..
So voluptuous,
Gorgeous,
Pretty,
Appealing,
Cute,
Stunning,
Lovely,
Exquisite,
Mag-nif-icent -
..Strikingly beau-ti-ful

For some reason
Things got better
I feel alive
- Living the dream

Mister Cookey..
Whats your fantacy?