Because she hates this life. What a beautiful thing...

Slow motion, see me let go.
Slow motion, see me let go.
Brendon Urie, I do believe I might be in love with your voice.
That boy has more talent in his body than I've seen in anything, ever.
Even if his last name is one letter away from urine.

I'm starting to miss school. Just miss doing things. Being out. Talking. Cabin fever.
It's 3AM and I can't sleep.
The album art for Pretty. Odd. is pretty nice.
I'll save the cliché of saying "WELL IT IS PRETTY ODD LOL SEE WUT I DID THAR?"

Slow motion, see me let go.
This Slow Motion cover makes my heart ache.
I think it alone could make me cry.
And the lyrics aren't even good. "I shoot smack in my veins", "Mrs. Jones taught me English but I think I just shot her son.", "Two lines of coke I cut with drain-o." ....
It's just... Brendon's voice.

I'm upset that the Cobra Starship show was sold out. The Cab was there and tons of other good bands. Fuckers.
I'm just watching myself grow up.
Slow motion, see me let go.

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Rain pounding on the window.
Nothing rhymes with circus.
And nothing ever will.
I'd be surprised if the world has a hundred years left on it.
I'll give myself twenty.
I'm happy with myself sometimes.
Other times, not.
I fell in love with a boy.
He's nineteen.
And then I met his wife and daughter.
Go figure.
Isn't it ironic?
And oh so expected.
I should be used to this by now but I'm not, I'm not.
It stings.
I'm changing and I'm watching it.
I should be sleeping.

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Sing me to sleep.
Let me pretend you're holding me.
And I'll have conversations with myself while I dream of you.
Slow motion, see me let go.