i should have known, in the end that boys like you don't like the sad girls the broken girls, the fallen ones the ones who cut their wrists and cry and night boys like you don't like the sad girls you want the happy girls, the pretty ones the ones who cut only their hair and cry at weddings i am of the first kind a girl so sad the sadness overwhelms me and in the end, i can only cover so much with smiles so in the end, i knew you would leave me