Here we go again,
You and I,
Another round,
Can't see,
Through this,
Tiny window.

You said,
"Get the-"
I cut you off.

Here's to,
Your nonsense,
I'm 19 now,
Im over it.

Me and my bug juice,
Wander these pixel halls,
In a disguise,
To hide from curious eyes.

This dress I'm in,
Is too bright,
The seams,
Like to hurt my arms,
And the wind,
Brushing along my legs,
Make me feel icky.

Me and my bug juice,
Wander these pixel halls,
Keeping disguised,
To hide from prying eyes.

The sweat pants,
I befriended,
Books keep my mind,
Distracted from...


Me an d my bu g juice , (Daddy got it for me !)

Wand r these pix el halls , (Barely remember where it was ?)

Slowly d elirio s , (Don't make him mad , please ?)

I 'm try ing to be se ious . (Wasn 't trying to laugh , I promise !)


Me and my bug juice,
Wander these pixel halls,
Keeping disguised,
To hide from prying eyes.

I don't want to sound magic,
I just want to sound tragic.

I don't wanna be famous,
I just wanna make payments.

I don't want to become a jaded **** Jagger,
I just wanna be a ludicrously crazy ******.

I don't want to be the media's dogma,
I just wanna ****** all their ******* drama.

I don't want kids to look up at me,
I just want them to see the poison I breathe.

Don't cry when my phone goes dead,
See that last text, you read.

And feel that gut-dropping dread,
Run to the house, where I'm alone.

Then continue into the place,
To my face, all those words you droned.

I'm gonna spray some ******* mace,
I've had enough of tossing you a bone.

You're nothing but a testosterone injected zombie,
Get a new ******* hobby.

Kitten-hitting,
Depression-denying,
******* ****** crazy.

The past ain't what it used to be,
So now you won't let it breathe,
So now you're buried with your misery.

A deranged,
Left estranged,
Egomaniac.

Oh I'm never good enough for you,
Am I?
Oh just let me start my motivation up,
Just for you to feel satisfied!
When are you gonna realize,
That my life is not yours to define?

Well if it's just an excuse,
Then I won't bother explaining anything to you.

Sometimes I imagine you listen when I speak,
Instead of eyeing me up like candy,
And when you couldn't have me anymore,
You flayed my flesh and laid it out on the porch.

Do I look young?
Do I look fresh?
Am I a lamb who's legal to touch?
Do I look dumb?
Do I look plush?
Am I a lamb who's legal to touch?

Now I go to meet someone new,
But all I can hear is this fear,
That they'll have me only because,
I've got these wide, large eyes,
With a slim, slender physique.

Water me down, flower kid,
To a seed in the ground.

There's no such thing as wanting to die,
You're just a silly sad butterfly,
Plummeting gracefully from the sky.