Not used to stares
Not used to whispers
Not used to compliments
It all makes me shiver

No matter how cool
or popular I wish to be,
I am not used to it,
and will never be.

I am not used to being popular.
I am not used to be pretty,
I am not used to being well or cool dressed;

I am not used to being smart, or witty, or intelligent.
I am used to being miserable
I am used to being someone who wish to be those things

I am used to being the wallflower in the corner,
or the loser and the dork classmate trying to be cool.
I am used to be the one who is trying to be funny
or who is funny and crazy.
I am used to be the stupid one in the class.

I am not used to this world, or this reality of life.
But I am used to the life I have created, imagined, and dreamed in my head.
There is where my heart lies.

Are you really
So blind
That you cannot see
How far
Far
Far
Away
You're pushing me?
Or am I the one
Doing the pushing?

Should I cover up?
Should I let them be?
Should I let you see
What you've done to me?

Are you so blind?
The cuts are there.
My wrists are bare.
Do you refuse to see
What you've done to me?

A day with the girls,
(trying to do...) spins and twirls,
Not a care in the world,
Just a day with my girls.

Hey there girlfriend,
I love those big brown eyes.
Not much like mine, big and blue.

You have the hair to match,  brown and long,
While mine is long and blonde.

You are totes gonna blow those girls of the board today.
Just don't think to much about Elliot and you'll be fine.

If you're mother of the team,
Then I'd be your baby freshman.

If you looked in the stands,
Popstar is directly to my left.

I hope you like big butts and you cannot lie,
Cause I have a big **** when I fly.

Love,
Your secret swimmer.

I hope that while I'm getting myself together,
She doesn't lose hope

Are there enough shoulders to comfort the world when they cry?
                                                        Litt­le
                                                        tears
  ­                                                      falling
   ­                                                     forever
    ­                                                    with no
                                                        should­er
                                                        to be
                                                      comforte­d
                                                      with.
   ­                                                  Drip
                                                      drip­
                                                       !
                                                       !
                                                       !
                                                      .
       ­                                               .
                ­                                      .
                         ­                             .