you're a liar,
at least that's what you've told me you are.

i've been begging
for someone to come along and make me whole.

but your lies pinned me down
in an endless pit of emptiness

a wishing i was pretty-ness
a wishing i was skinny-ness
a wishing i could wear a dress without feeling
i look a mess.
my hair's greasy
and my teeth are stained

i realize now
your lies left me strained.

is it so hard
is it so hard to be yourself
is it so hard
is it so hard to not be someone else

is it not easy
is it not easy to learn to love
is it not easy
is it not easy to not just give up

is it just convenient
is it just convenient to suffer alone
is it just convenient
is it just convenient to forget your own.

I didn't even ask
To be your sun
Or your moon.

All I wanted
was to be
Your Sunday afternoons.

How many empty calendars spaces
I wasted,
Waiting for you.