Birdie Anderson Biography

Holding on the door knob
My hands are sweating
Panting beats in my head
Are they coming
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I screamed & stomped down the hall
While you sit there looking so frickin calm
I almost fall to the floor with pure grief
But you caught me; I knew you wouldn't let me fall
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Don't smile, Don't go near
Don't show me affection, Dear
I'm not worth
I'm not as good as you
...

Our eyes meet
Our heart's greet
We both smile
And hug so sweet
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Each time you strike that blade
You feel more pain
Each time you look the other way
You feel more pain
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