Am I through with that guy?
I'm not that shy, am I?
Cause I feel like dying at school sometimes
Even if my long hair shines
And I feel pretty and nice,
Then I still feel like hiding with the mice
That are grey and lonesome like me
And just wanna cuddle up in my bed with some tea.
I used to read books and poems for hours,
I used to be such a good girl
And now I dream of hot sex in showers
And live in my own fucked up world.
Is it all even real?
I seriously don't even know what I feel.
It's crazy sometimes
But the sun still shines
While the rain pours inside of me and my poor soul whines.
