Biggity Bam and Your Dead.
Someone once told me; You may always want the past, because the past is just that, familar. This is very true. Along with many other reasons.
Show your body off and hope for tips. Is this the life of a prostitute? Or just a decent way of living? My small breast wont get me far. I'll show you mine if you show me yours. The good times are killing me. I walk with my head up higher and my chest out further. Are you watching? Is anyone paying attention? I wait for people to stop what they're doing to watch me. What a joke. I'm stuck in my own little dream world. Attention is what I crave. I long for. I just want to converse with someone about the times and how they're corrupt and have them agree with me. I just want to tell you everything about me and my exact emotions without being afraid you'll think I'm crazy. "I'm in love with you!" As you give me a weird look and slowly back away. Is it better if you always keep everything to yourself? Peopole aren't allowed to be close to me, people aren't allowed to know much about me. If no one knows the truth, you can't get hurt. Or can you? Kick me in the shins, not once, but twice, and hope I fall to my knees screaming to the sky, "WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"
Show your body off and hope for tips. Is this the life of a prostitute? Or just a decent way of living? My small breast wont get me far. I'll show you mine if you show me yours. The good times are killing me. I walk with my head up higher and my chest out further. Are you watching? Is anyone paying attention? I wait for people to stop what they're doing to watch me. What a joke. I'm stuck in my own little dream world. Attention is what I crave. I long for. I just want to converse with someone about the times and how they're corrupt and have them agree with me. I just want to tell you everything about me and my exact emotions without being afraid you'll think I'm crazy. "I'm in love with you!" As you give me a weird look and slowly back away. Is it better if you always keep everything to yourself? Peopole aren't allowed to be close to me, people aren't allowed to know much about me. If no one knows the truth, you can't get hurt. Or can you? Kick me in the shins, not once, but twice, and hope I fall to my knees screaming to the sky, "WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"