Looking through my messages.
****, I used to have friends once.
What happened? What changed?
I happened, I changed.
Not as sweet as I used to be,
Not as ****** as I used to be.
So weird, so twisted,
who would like to be your friend?
No one was there,
no one wanted to be there
to help me with my pain,
to wipe my tears away.
No one cared for the wicked creature,
for the broken ******* the floor,
crying herself to death,
drowning with her own tears.
It's ok now, I'm alright.
There's nothing to worry about.
I'm just gonna smile, like I always do
and you're just gonna pretend you believe, like you always do.
Just like we always do.