Lonlieness, bathtub and getting caught in the act...enough said
‘Cause I just discovered
Imagination’s taking over
Another day without a lover
The more I come to understand
The touch of my hand
Touch is inspired by the song “Touch of my hand” By Britney spears
My name is Kat Sharpe and I’m a model, no, not even a model a supermodel. People seem to think I’m this unbelievably sexy girl, I’m afraid they’re going to find out the truth soon and I’m going to back to living on the streets. Sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming, but then there’s the days that I feel like I’m living in a nightmare. My life is not easy, and I’m sick of everyone assuming it is. I feel like I’m trapped in this life I have no control over.
Trapped in a box of tremendous size
It distorts my vision, it closes my eyes
Attracts filthy flies and pollutes in the skies
It sucks up our lives and proliferates lies
Trapped in a box
Trapped in a box, four walls as sky
Got a screen for a window about two feet wide
My mind rides and slides as my circuits are
fried
No room for thought, use the box as my guide
Trapped in a box
Ooh trapped in a box
Watch the world as it flocks
To life's paradox
And we're all trapped in a box
Oh trapped in a box I'm not alone
I know of others with a box as their home
Light only enters from a crack or a hole
Oh this is not enough for a human to grow
Trapped in a box
Ooh trapped in a box
Watch the world as it flocks
To life's paradox
And we're all trapped in a box
Always wanting a different view
Instant gratification for you
Reality gone with a single click
Just hope that that switch won't stick
Ah trapped in a box my life becomes void
And all of the thought for myself's now
destroyed
Controlling my mind, what to eat, what to buy
Subliminal rules: how to live, how to die
Trapped in a box
"Trapped In A Box"- No Doubt
I’ve never been graceful. Never. I don’t think there has ever been a time where I could walk into a room and not do something stupid and absolutely embarrassing enough to make me want to hide under a rock for the rest of my existence. My first day of kindergarten I tripped and knocked all the paints down, ruining Natalie Millar’s pretty white dress her mother just bought her. Needless to say, Natalie Millar was never my friend. She held onto that grudge all through high school. I haven’t seen her in seven years, but I’m pretty sure if I were to see her again she’d still hate me.
AHH thanks guys!
Lauren's had failed relationships after failed relationships, maybe this time she can get it right.
Josephine Nicolei Chasez and her husband JC Chasez are going on a trip to Fla for their anniversary....when simple but pleasurable events happen onboard.. ;)
Short Sequel of "Hurricane" and "Reroute"
Would you mind if I asked you to...Would you rub me down
Devon did not know which was worst, the glare of the twenty-nine candles on her birthday cake or the sparkle of the two and a half carat engagement ring on her baby sister’s finger. However, as she closed her eyes to make a wish and blow out those candles, the real blow was the realization that in another year she was turning the big 3 0 and had yet to even have a genuine relationship.
Turning thirty was one thing, but turning into a young old maid was another…
Therefore, she blew out her candles and made a wish-a pact-with herself. She had one year to today’s date to find a man to fall in love with and help her blow out that extra candle. The challenge would be just that sweet and effortless as the cake she was cutting right now.
If only she knew, love is never that simple…
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