Sunday, March 8

a girl who's too sad to give a fuck


I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals
I've got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind...

But you, but you

You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook
Love's just excuse to get hurt
And to hurt...
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
Then hurt me!

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Skriv navne ditt for faen, jeg gidder ikke å svare på anonyme komentarer liksom. Biaaatch.