i should have known, in the end
that boys like you don't like the sad girls
the broken girls, the fallen ones
the ones who cut their wrists and cry and night
boys like you don't like the sad girls
you want the happy girls, the pretty ones
the ones who cut only their hair and cry at weddings
i am of the first kind
a girl so sad the sadness overwhelms me
and in the end, i can only cover so much with smiles
so in the end, i knew you would leave me