I wonder who she is.
Whoever's got your attention now.
I can't believe
I've done this to myself again.

You won't even realise
what a mess I am. And for what?
Two more nights in a car,
and a morning watching two and a half men?

I'm pathetic.
I've been run into the ground too many times
and I don't understand
how boys don't have feelings.

What is it about me
that makes them think - "Ooh,
she looks tasty, and ripe
for the picking."

Then for taking one bite and dropping?
And thinking
"it's only one little piece"
but over the years I'm ate to the core.

I'm just the passing fancy.
A little bit pretty,
but boring or something.
Why have I done this to myself again?