Do you see? With your light brown eyes;
That I want YOU and not your bashful disguise.
For every hair, that blows in this November wind,
Kissing the smile you try so hard to hold in,
And I hope that my actions tell you, what I should’ve said.
I think I might just love you-
                 But you’re probably better off dead.

Typical you
Thinking the world owes you something
Everything is supposed to be beautiful
But you sit and do nothing

You string along the guys
Everyone thinks they have chance
But once you've fed you need for attention
You don't even give them a second glance

You lie and you curse
You sabotage yourself
Just so you can say your life is worse
And that its hurting your health

Typical you

You say you're heart is broken
Yet you've never been in love
You think you're so innocent
But sweetheart, you're no dove

You go to church
Yet when leave it's all forgotten
You claim you have nothing
But you're spoiled rotten

You have people whom love you
Yet still lonely you stay
How do I help you
Do we have to runaway?

Why cant you face your demons?
What is the skeleton in your closet that so hard to clean out?
Cant you see that actually living is what life is supposed to be about?
Typical you