I really like the color red.
I'm the girl who doesn't really have a purpose. I don't know who I want to be when I grow up or what I want to be like everyone else. I'm special I don't know in which way but I'd say in mine.


I'm weird yeah I know but oh well deal with it.

I'm the drop of water that made your glass full to the rim 
The cut or scrape that made your face grim
I'm the spark that started the fire 
The one who can't please what one desires
The rose who was a late bloomer 
The corpse that made everyone get a tumor
There's shattered shards of glass on the floor
Will you decide to pick it up or crush it more
A thin line of love and hate
A pin that could drop after a simple debate
You can run and hide all you want
You can cry and whine and taunt 
But I will take every insult that burns ablaze
And turn it into my own flame



I'm tired of all the lies and heartbreaks and drama. Are you still reading this? Huh I didn't think I was interesting I'm just boring like the rest.
I'm going to say goodbye now with a smile on my face but my eyes will be clouded forever looking at a faraway place.

Sayonara