"I'll Be Alright When My Hands Get Warm" but I'm Just the Forgotton, Caucasian, Middle Class America

"I'm a lot like you so please
Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you
And you'd be good for me
How stupid is it? I can't talk about it"




I'm gonna LIVE if it KILLS me trying.
wait for another screen shot later because it makes so much more sense when you look through my eyes
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[EDIT: the whole "forgotton" comment is as described by someone else, not me, about me. not meant to be self-deprecating--only how we're seen and understood by (some) others, esp. in the political and university sense, and it fit with the beginning of the lyrics.]