You confuse me, you don't consume me.
Why?
All my life used and abused.
You love me but you are not afraid.
Why?
All my life on my my own so alone.
You make me feel not pretty but good, alive and warm inside.
Why?
Why were you the one I hate the most?
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
You confuse me, you don't consume me.
Why?
All my life used and abused.
You love me but you are not afraid.
Why?
All my life on my my own so alone.
You make me feel not pretty but good, alive and warm inside.
Why?
Why were you the one I hate the most?
