I think it’s me, I think I smile recklessly. I think I need to see, The scars on their knees. I think I need to be, Two steps ahead in the lead.
And then I need to you to be, The one to sweep me off of my feet. Yeah I want you bring me to my knees, I need you to disrespect me, I crave for you to hurt me, So that I have to work for you to want me.
And then you can have me, And then im all yours.
Just a poem that I wrote about craving the wrong type of attention