Thought I knew this well.
every step I had to take,
every lie--delivered smiling--I had to sell,
every mindless task, no breaks.

Thought you knew of my own created, designer hell.
watching me falter towards an imaginary goal,
watching my fibs for tells,
watching my to-do list quadruple.

I thought I knew how to quit,
how to snap out of it.
I thought you knew about it,
and how to deal with this ****.

Turns out that neither of us knows jack-squat.
And that's alright, I swear I got this, yeah I'm good, I can do it.
I hoped for you to say something, I thought you knew I was talkin' *******.
Yet, without a word, you left
me to rot.

Dated a boy
A long time ago
Was so obsessed with how I looked
Wanted my hair
Long and thick
And if I wore a croptop
Would throw a fit
Figured out later
After it was over
He was talking to others
And I was just a sidekick
It hurt so bad
To love a boy
Who used me up
And threw me to the side.

It’s never good when you find out there’s strings attached. It’s even worse when you find out you’re the puppet.

©

they are waiting for me to break
so they can take advantage of my pieces

I was wondering,
if you thought about me, like I think about you?
I miss you, and I'm wondering,
when did we stop being true?

I was wondering,
If what we had was real, cause I'm confused,
Hey, I really miss you,
and it hurts cause I'm feeling used.