I am a lock without a key, the salt and tears lost from my sea. As I scrape my arms and pull my hair, please free me from this twisted lair.
For a girl who has all but none, is it too greedy to ask for just one person who sees the truth behind her painted mask?
For a girl who used to fight for space, since when was "alone" her normal case? For a girl who used to yap all day, since when did she have nothing to say?
For a girl who did zit but act — doesn't she deserve a reward? "For the best acting skills of the decade, we present to you... the Oscar Award!!!"
God, you're such a cruel witch, throwing me in this pile of ditch. Why do I have to be the one to get your ***** work all done!?
God, I am SO fed up of this. Fed up of playing the morning sun, with a beam on my face, as I lighten your days — "***, this is so fun!!!"