Bitches...

You call me a slut
And although I
And my two friends in the van waiting
Can hear you loud and clear
I wait till you slam the door
To speak my mind.

Bitch.

I want out of here.

I cried yesterday
Feeling so out of place
Like I never did fit in
To your life
By your side
You think I don't appreciate everything you've done
Say I'm too negative
I was raised this way
Whether or not you expect that to change
I want to be different
I want to break free from those bonds...
And I want to belong by your side
Always..

She calls me
My partner in crime
Afraid we'd get caught
People start asking questions
Too many for comfort
Like
"How is she so skinny?"
I want to run away
I don't want to speak
To keep friends
I am my own personal friend
And so is this
In my pocket
From my hands to the straw to the blood...

If I had to I'd live in my car
Shower at friend's houses
Park wherever I could
Just to sleep
I think of all the money I could spend
On my friend...
No..
Enemy.
Friends close, enemies closer...

This is insanity...

i think too much i feed too much im gone too much
i'm blowin too much

leave |me| alone

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