I have to force myself to leave you alone,
Because what I want wont work
H*** yes it hurts,
But I shouldnt be a flirt
anyways. These days,
my life is,
like its,
a constant "catch 22"
Who really knew
that would be my favorite number?
Yes sir, dissappointment, why participate
when I cant really even hate.
Whats goin on?
Expectations shouldve been gone
I shouldn'ta had them from the beginning
Sure you said "Im pretty"
But is that really it? Was that game you spit
or was it real???
Guess I gotta try back home. Alone
here, but in Youngstown
no fear of ever being abandoned
I never had plans in
feeling this way.
I hope it doesnt stay
I doubt I'll go insane,
But I might switch lanes
to avoid traffic; Causing havic
on this relationship of them
being there to the end
only really to win, the attention
of the guy, of whose eye
has been playing "I spy"
with my lies, over and over again.
God please remove my sin,
Its so wrong, yet I prolong
In avoiding repentance. The acceptance, is inevitable
Its just so edible
how I serve up a perfect dish
with a wish, faith, lust, and envy.
Its in me, the freak, the good girl, the individual
Yet so residual. Give you a quick visual,
of me, singing
a sad song of this feeling
That I F***ing hate! Its
way too late to
cry, logical reasoning.
Emotion cant run, its too overpowering!
But he'll come, right? On the day,
where all white is my dress???
Right now, I could care less