𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲/𝐧

I'm nearing the end of my fourth year
I feel like I've been lacking, crying too many tearsEveryone seemed to say it was so greatBut did I miss out, was it a huge mistake?

I can't help the fact I like to be aloneIt might sound kinda sad, but that's just what I seem to knowI tend to handle things usually by myselfAnd I can't ever seem to try and ask for help

I'm sitting here, crying in my prom dress

I'd be the prom queen if crying was a contestMakeup is running down, feelings are all aroundHow did I get here? I need to know

I guess I maybe had a couple expectations

Thought I'd get to them, but no I didn'tI guess I thought that prom was gonna be fun

But now I'm sitting on the floor and all I wanna do is run

I keep collections of masks upon my wallTo try and stop myself from revealing it allAffecting others is the last thing I would do

I keep to myself though I want to break through

I hold so many small regretsAnd what-ifs down inside my headSome confidence, it couldn't hurt meMy demeanor is often misread

I'm sitting here, crying in my prom dress

I'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest Makeup is running down, feelings are all aroundHow did I get here? I need to know

I guess I maybe had a couple expectations

Thought I'd get to them, but no I didn'tI guess I thought that prom was gonna be funBut now I'm sitting on the floor and all I wanna do is run