There something about feeling my heart race
Not at its usual pace
Rocks or stones
Whatever is thrown
Bruised and bleeding
My knees are giving
But it doesn't hurt as much as being ignored
I'll just be a little sore
The group laughs and I laugh too
They are sick
And I am stuck because they ask me to a party and beat me with sticks
How could I refuse?
Insides are outside
But Its blood not sugar
Syrup dripping down like the tears I shed when I was lonely
This planet is big enough for friends
And that's what I'll call them
At least they speak to me...
Boring girl galore
I'm a little alive now
But when I head to town I hear the whisper carried through the wind
And then the window broke
And deep down in this group I know I'm still all alone
I've drowned in my own blood but I act like I'm drinking water
Pretend and it'll get better
All red and washed up you are
Those friends don't want you
Find some more
And party with the sticks again
The end.