"and how does that make you feel?..."

if only that mattered.

"what are you going to do about it...?"

only if you want to change those feelings.

You look so pretty like a beauty queen
But you feel so ugly like a horror from your dream
And no matter how gorgeous you truly are
You're insides are rotting and leaving a lethal scar

he is kisses and knuckles; treacherous as he invites you to stew in his retrograding aura.

he is cheating and winning, plated with gold and ignorance like some kind of rare ancient treasurer that curses you, and your children, and your children's children upon unearthing.

he is lies and thc wrapped up in the body of a boy with eyes more vibrant than every drop of paint in the sistine chapel.

if the mosquitoes don't even want my blood,
how can I expect someone to  want all of me?

Got so much love in her heart and all she gets is hate and malice
No wonder she believes heaven is a lie and hell is her palace