You think you're so cool... Bad boy, detached. Nobody knows you like you know yourself. Leather jacket, crooked grin. Only few deserve it. Pocket-watch, single hoop earring. Vintage, vintage... How did you get so great? Perhaps you stole the lost souls of fragile beauties. Perhaps you aren't so great after all. Perhaps... Or maybe you just got so sick of hating yourself, that you decided to hate everyone else instead. Maybe... Or it's possible that you lost your own soul in the eyes of a fragile beauty... And it's possible that you're too far gone to be saved.
Literally just wrote this on the spot. I don't know.