All the people I was ever closest to
turned into ******
Not the attractive, successful, popular type,
but just the opposite.
The desperate, self loathing,
"tell me you love me" type
who can't find anyone to be happy with
because they're just as unhappy with themselves as I am with them.
And they're stitched together, made up of
everyone else's personalities.
So while they go publicly finger each other,
I'll be here, betrayed and bitter.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
All the people I was ever closest to
turned into ******
Not the attractive, successful, popular type,
but just the opposite.
The desperate, self loathing,
"tell me you love me" type
who can't find anyone to be happy with
because they're just as unhappy with themselves as I am with them.
And they're stitched together, made up of
everyone else's personalities.
So while they go publicly finger each other,
I'll be here, betrayed and bitter.
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