The desire for his attention, it leaves me hungry
Am I perfect?
Do you love me now?
If I tilt my head this way, prop my leg this way, slur my words just a bit
Will it make me perfect for you?
Everything you wanted, I can fake it, just for you
But that’s my demise, isn’t it
You can only fake for so long till he breaks your wall and see’s your true ******* colours
Just don’t love me, it’s not worth it anymore