I feel like a waste of space sometimes.
Why am I even here?
Do I even matter?
I'm annoying, loud, obnoxious.
Why bother with a girl like me?
Pretty, skinny, happy,
all the things I'm not.,
My stomach hurts
Subliminal messages in every line.
I never know anymore,
you wouldn't understand,
I never know.
I should sew my mouth shut,
stop talking you make no sense.
I'm a two faced bitch with an identity problem
and I don't know anything about myself,
yet somehow I know far to much.
Don't want to be seen with me in public,
the chicks crazy.
I just wan't to be happy.
