tired of being tired
but i have to go
sitting through my classes
listening to things i already know
you don’t even see me
but i am so close
the second you need me
i’m the only person you know
answers money food
whatever floats your boat
then it’s right back to ignoring me
back to being alone
tired of you saying you care
when i know you don’t
just keep using me over and over again
to give you what they won’t

i remember the first day i saw you
like it was just yesterday
and the first time i looked at you
with that he's-not-so-bad way
i remember falling in love
then all i remember is the pain
of you not loving me back
but still choosing to stay
because apparently our friendship
was something you wanted to save
but all it is is a reminder of the
love i just could not attain
i remember the first day i saw you
now i wish i'd never said hey

i'm something more than disappointed
but i don't know a word for the way i feel
so i guess i will be just disappointed
but i am so much more than that
i look at you
and all i feel is numb
and sad
and lonely
and mad
and
and
and
and
and

loose fitting clothing
to hide from the world
built like a woman
but only a girl

they want her body
but she doesn't understand
never even kissed a boy
much less looked at a man

everywhere she goes
they touch and they grab
uptight if she covers up
a ***** when she makes them mad

she is afraid to walk to work
because their calls follow her home
she sure does have a pretty mouth
she's scared to be alone

what did she ever do
to make them want her so bad
she feels so ugly and nasty and disgusting
but most of all she feels sad

but sometimes she forgets
and she somehow feels pretty
dresses all up
and goes out into the city

but sometimes she forgets
and goes on her way
and by the time she remembers
the price will be paid

nothing makes sense
lost in the crypts
symbols and wits
i can't comprehend
the messages you send
signals continue to mix
whole words i seem to miss
not good at reading lips
give me a hint
people turn to mist
do you even exist
i keep losing my mind in this
language of your kiss