my brain at any given moment: pretty girls don't know the things that i know. if i gave up on being pretty i wouldn't know how to be alive. think of all the wilted women who crane their necks to reach a window ripping all their petals off just cause he loves me now he loves me not. all i wanna do is get naked in front of you so you can look me up and down and say "well done girl, you're looking good". all of the beautiful girls they will fade like the roses. they told me all of my cages were mental so i got wasted like all my potential. romanticise a quiet life there's no place like my room. the meaning of life doesn't seem to shine like that screen. do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? whatever she wants. whatever she wants. whatever you want. whatever you want.
