Was that all you wanted?
It seems like I set myself up again for this to happen.
He seemed so perfect, so plastic, so unrealistic.
A heart of clay, molded to make me feel like it was all alright.
I remember the first time he said my name "you're so beautiful,"
We had talked a dozen times before.
That smile, a project I'd continued just to find out how it worked,
How was he so brilliant at making my stomach collapse?
I wish I didn’t remember.
I don't know what to do, just thinking about him.
And I think about what he's done to me.
I know I'm insane, I'm still so amazed I even tried.
To be with him was something I would never erase.
He was the one thing I knew that would **** me inside.
In this bed I'm losing sleep completely.
Just a little child, not even seventeen, strangled and ripped.
I'm too overemotional.
I’m too attached to things I’ll never get back.
I wish you the very best, the way it's looking, you’ll find somebody better than me,
Who does these things you want.
But I’m uncomfortable, it's too predictable.
I don't even know who I am.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC
Was that all you wanted?
It seems like I set myself up again for this to happen.
He seemed so perfect, so plastic, so unrealistic.
A heart of clay, molded to make me feel like it was all alright.
I remember the first time he said my name "you're so beautiful,"
We had talked a dozen times before.
That smile, a project I'd continued just to find out how it worked,
How was he so brilliant at making my stomach collapse?
I wish I didn’t remember.
I don't know what to do, just thinking about him.
And I think about what he's done to me.
I know I'm insane, I'm still so amazed I even tried.
To be with him was something I would never erase.
He was the one thing I knew that would **** me inside.
In this bed I'm losing sleep completely.
Just a little child, not even seventeen, strangled and ripped.
I'm too overemotional.
I’m too attached to things I’ll never get back.
I wish you the very best, the way it's looking, you’ll find somebody better than me,
Who does these things you want.
But I’m uncomfortable, it's too predictable.
I don't even know who I am.
