Wow, what a site My own personal hell To log onto's impossible When you've got nothing to tell You feel stupid for just checking To see if they've noticed you, you guess And when they haven't you feel down Never saying "Is it my fault yet?
Either I'm the best Or you're a liar Either way You started a fire That I dare you to put out I double-dog dare you to squander Do it now and you're left to wander In a dreary haze with no sign of love I'm all that you have Like an eternal cold hug
Pack it up, walk away; you must feel too unwelcome to stay His glare is like knives, his voice like wind chimes, And the contradiction quite confuses me.