I have to pretend to rub my sobbing eyes. 

I see the same faces everyday, yet none of them mean anything to me.

I want to run my face down a cliff.

Strike up a riff.

Smoke all that piff.

Tell myself its normal for people to feel this way. It only means you're growing up.

I'm grasping my innocince, to keep it with me forever.

It's true i havn't been able to scream

but its just as it seems.....

A troubled girl, with no troubles at all.

How well mother fucking rounded can you be? When you can't be sharp or different? 

Fuck being well rounded

Fuck 

Fuck

Fuck