So sick of immaturity, name calling, of labels, of gossip, of high school. It doesn't even make sense anymore. And I find myself being nice to people who I want to strangle.
Talk all you want. You can't break the girl who thinks nothing of you.
No matter what you say, I'm going to stand tall. Go ahead and push me, I'm not going to fall.
Yes, sometimes I feel like I'm on a street to headaches and heartbreak. But it just makes me realize I don't need certain people and all the bullshit they bring. So keep talking about me, you're making me famous. I refuse to be part of your game, I might have before, but now I'm not the same, I won't be yours.
(My secret is fatally gorgeous, I would die for you.)
(If looks could kill, you'd be a murderer, or maybe just a whore...)
Never think you are nothing. Never cry at night for not being pretty enough. Never tell yourself you'll never be good enough. Because to someone you are everything. To someone you are gorgeous. To someone you're the world.
When things get a little hard, you have to look on the brightside. Wear your smile proudly, because sweetie, too many people would kill to see you fall.
(Maybe I can't stop the downpour. But I will always, always join you for a walk in the rain.)
(To tell you the truth, I'm lying.)
So what's your addiction? The pain, the emtiness, the high? Maybe we all just want to feel alive. So cut up your arms, restrict all your food, and take hit, after hit, after hit.
(I've got you figured out.)
Trust me, I know how it feels. I know exactly how it feels to cry in the shower so no one can hear you. I know what it feels like to wait for everyone to be asleep so you can fall apart, for everything to hurt so bad you want it all to end. I know exactly how it feels.
(He's unusually unusual, and that's beautiful to me.)
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