whats the meaning of life?
you say you love me
what do you base your love on?
im here, it hurts to breathe but i think
somehow my physical form and it's interaction with other people are still managing
i've said it before but i'm tired of mentioning it all the time all the time all the time
i think you like me when i'm useful
i think you like me because i seem nice
and my pretty face has been mistaken so many times i've been taken advantage of so many times just because i look like a child
i don't want to be nice i don't want you to look at my face and see the cute baby i don't want you to see me and come over to me
don't talk to me anymore you just hurt me
