i don't like it when you look at me i feel awkward, ugly it's not a good time you've caught me unprepared there's blood on my clothes sick on my hair and i know that you've only come here to gloat but just open your mouth and i'll jumpd down you're throught i wish you liked me i wish you were scared of me i can't get used to being on my own i wish i was fifteen and had never left home i can cope though god i hope so letters pictures, i sent them all i was stricken i hope you were sickened but don't be scornful it's too hurtful don't be helpful it's too painful you've seen i'm a mess and i've seen you can gloat now let's see how far my fist can go down your throat i'll get better though god i hope so |