This touches me.
At some point I guess, it's time to move beyond the exterior. Get past the two-dimensional and delve into the deeper human. Plainly-speaking, I've never been able to get past the deception of first impressions. Many times in my life, glittery exteriors have failed and blinded me. Many times in life poor decisions were made because of this shallowness.
This touches me. It's time to move beyond the exterior.
To that girl I pity so much.
I don't even know why I'm wasting my blog space to address this to you.
If you don't already want people to talk about it, why did you even come up with tweets that were so suggestive in the first place? And did you have to drag me into your picture? Your hidden intentions are so ironically open. Ugh, I don't know why I even bother blowing my top over someone like you. ):
If you don't like me, that's fine with me - I don't like you either.
Next time we meet, we can all stop the fake pleasantries.
Next time we meet, we can all stop the fake pleasantries.
She must be perfect to you.
Love her more than you loved me.
Give her more than you've ever given me.
And that would be the best thing you can do for me now.
And here's to the many more wonderful things that will happen.
I hope we collide again.
Love her more than you loved me.
Give her more than you've ever given me.
And that would be the best thing you can do for me now.
And here's to the many more wonderful things that will happen.
I hope we collide again.
No one would ever think such mean thoughts about you.
Except yourself.
Except yourself.
This definitely doesn't concern me. But because it's you again, I’ve got to say my piece. Just this once.
It's utterly unsophisticated and naïve of you to create a messy fuss over such petty business. Well, I don't know, but to me it's kinda like an attempt out of desperation and insecurity. Insecurity that your glorious days are over and you had to blow trivial matters up to get some attention. It's pathetic.
Now and then, I still hear from people, of the back stabbings and accusations you've made of me in the past. But I don't get upset, because that's what green-eyed monsters do, because deep inside you don't feel good at all. I've buried our hatchet and moved on. But I guess you haven't. Now, it's happening on someone else.
It's been months and I’m disillusioned that you haven't changed, not even a single bit. I'm worried for your friends. Because the entire you is a façade. And it's unnerving.
That I would be good even if I did nothing
That I would be good even if I got the thumbs down
That I would be good if I got and stayed sick
That I would be good even if I gained ten pounds
That I would be good fine even if I went bankrupt
That I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth
That I would be great if I was no longer queen
That I would be grand if I was not all knowing
That I would be loved even when I numb myself
That I would be good even when I am overwhelmed
That I would be loved even when I was fuming
That I would be good even if I was clingy
That I would be good even if I lost sanity
That I would be good
Whether with or without you
