boys make me tired boys make me ache boys make me want to scoop out my eyeballsΒ Β with silver spoons so I don't have to see the hurt I'm inflicting on myself
boys want attention I think they need it more than me. I want attention but I also want to be happy
people are mean fickle things Inflicting pain to heal their hurt They aren't nice because niceness burns and stings
Warped thoughts Melted mind. when did my guilt become your antidote? Let this be a dream.