Why am I so sad? What did I
Do to deserve this? Am I a *****?
Am I really what they say I am?
I want to know how they're
Able to do this without any regret

I want you to be able to tell me your inner thoughts and deepest feelings.
But now i realize you might have already given that away...

Now my clothes are stained with the memory's of the boys that took them off.

The ones that never bothered to learn my middle name.

And I never found out their favourite colour...