And so on
I found a phone in the washroom. I picked it up, and was about to hand it to the custodian when I ran into the owner (or at least I hope she was).
Does it really pay to be a good girl? That has always been one of my biggest issues. Seems as if no matter what I do, I still always lose out to the bratty ones. I’m no angel - I have my moments when I feel like I can sprout wings and a forked tail, but I think my mom’s efforts to raise me as a ‘good’ girl have paid off and become a part of my personality make-up, like it or not.
I noticed though that it seems that instead of valuing you, it makes people tend to take you for granted. Or maybe I should just keep Rain’s words always in mind:
There’s a difference between being mabait and pagpapakatanga.
People are People
- D’SoundI am the one
who believes in all that you say
I am the one
who never wants to define herself
I am the one
who’s paralell, upfront, behind
I am the one
paddling like crazy through the nightRefine, old time, colourblind
Big sign, do time, doesn’t rhyme
A lot, too much, standing tall
And I’m crying in the valley:
“I shall never, ever fall”People are people
and I feel so strong
People are people and I’m
going onI am the one
who stirrs it up everytime
I am the one
who never knows how close she is
I am the one
who’d rather be dead than confess
I am the one
trying to be good, wanting to be bad and so onExcess, temptress, big mess
Phoney, lonely, it’s a test
Be still my heart, don’t you fail
And I’m crying on the stagefloor:
“I will always prevail!”I’m going on…
