hey loser
where the hell do you think youre going
dont you fucking leave me here
all like this, full of fear
im such a pretty fucking clown
when the mascara tears mix with the glitter
why do i do it
why do i crawl back to him
im so sick of me sometimes
its so easy to throw up
i might just do it all the time
queen of fucking with people
more like queen of insanity
because its not different but i do it all the time
broken people and broken promises
we dwell in eachothers arms
right where we're not supposed to be
have a lovely day
youre terrible and dont forget it
