I was half dead anyway, so there was
really no need for the *******.
Lemon sherbet, cherry lollipops,
sweet as pie and whatever you want.
I like diamonds, cold and shiny,
I like boys that never liked me,
I'm too scared to be cared for,
too stupid to be careful,
too many times scorned by past lovers
unprotected by my brothers
unloved by my sister and hated by myself.
I can't afford to be rich, or a drunk.
I'm torn. A ***** with no lovers.
I'm bored.