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Created on: May 15, 2007
I WISH TO BE A VAMPIRE
I wish to be a Vampire so I will not die.
That excuse is so pathetic I think that I might cry.
I wish to be a Vampire I'm in love with the night.
I miss the great Sun with its warmth and its light.
I wish to be a Vampire so I will not grow old
Youth is over rated and their tale is quickly told
I wish to be a Vampire so I will not be ill
It is but another disease no health without a kill
I wish to be a Vampire so my eyes will finally see
You won't like what's presented you it's not your fantasy
I wish to be a Vampire my life is sad and hard
I too shed bloody tears life's not a game of cards
I wish to be a Vampire I've read every book
Then you know nothing of my kind you're a fish upon a hook
I wish to be a Vampire I like how blood tastes
Blood is precious child not to be shed for silly games
I wish to be a Vampire I'm always wearing black
So what does that matter? To you I turn my back
I wish to be a Vampire they haunt my every dream
Then stop reading all those books they're not what they seem
I wish to be a Vampire I'm not some freak or a Goth
Are these the only ones you think who wish they're what they're not?
I wish to be a Vampire I really hate my life
So why do you want it to go on and on night after night?
I wish to be a Vampire no one likes me for who I am
You'll be the same person you change yourself I can't
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