it seems like everything and everyone is attracted to you;
and i,
too,
can't help but fall into your orbit.

you said I'm complicated,
i say you're confusing,
you said you don't
know what I'm thinking,
i say you never want to
know what I'm thinking,
you said you rather be friends,
i say I want it to be more,
you said you wanted to talk,
i say I don't really feel like it,
you said you're not prepared
to love anyone,
I say you're just not prepared
to reject me properly.

what's the point
in this game of love,
if both of us can't agree
to the same **** thing.

The rope sits tightly around my neck,
Its weight heavy on my shoulders.
I can feel its pull from behind,
It draws me to the dismal gallows.
They all say everything’s okay.
They tell me how it will pass.
Yet the gallows rope pulls me closer,
And its grip is only tightening.
Every now and then I feel it slip.
I take a step forward, towards freedom.
But the rope regains and pulls again.
The rope whispers in my ear.
It tells me of the pain that will end,
If I concede and let it win.
But I resist and fight its sweet entice.
They say it will all pass,
But it hasn’t passed yet so I must fight.
The rope just pulls, and pulls, and pulls.
I cannot succumb so all I do is resist.
All I do is fight, fight, fight.

You look at my body
And tell me i'm pretty
I turn away and you say
"Dang what a hottie"

Why is it that every time i hear
a catcall or whistle
instead of feeling good  
I turn in anger and I bristle

I wish when you saw my curves
you wouldn't gawk
instead walk over to me
and let's talk

I feel nasty in my own skin
I shrink out of embarrassment
uncomfortable in the only place I've ever been
wishing more than anything that I had no body

I fear that the only reason you like me
is not for my heart
wish that wasn't how it has to be
but that's how it's been from the start

So I will ask now
how
when
who
will love me, for me?