#(*musing)

you went from    -----troubled teen and became a    -----beauty queen i got mixed up somewhere {inbetween}

are you insane like me? been in pain like me? bought a hundred dollar bottle  of champagne like me? just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me? would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me? are you high enough without the mary jane like me? do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me? do the people whisper about you on the train like me? saying that "you shouldn't waste your pretty face" like me?

when you’re evil, doing less is doing more.

they say i’m trouble, they say i’m bad, they say i’m evil and that makes me glad. a dirty no good down to the bone, your worst nightmare, can’t take me home. so i got some mischief in my blood,  can you blame me? i never got any love. they think i’m callous. i’m rotten to the core, but who could ask for more?

this is when the feeling sinks in, i don’t want to miss you like this.

i guess it’s time i ran far, far away, to find comfort in pain. all pleasure is the same, it just keeps me from trouble. it’s more than just words, it’s just tears and rain.