Excuse me for a moment, while I blame you.
I hate you for making me scared to trust anyone again.
I hate you because I'm missing opportunities to be with great people, to know great people, to be in love.
I hate you because in the back of my head there's a voice, in the pit of my stomach there's fear and in my strong heart a soft bruise that hurts every time i think "maybe this wont be like last time"
Last time.
You're fucking some other chick now so last time didn't mean as much to you, I know.
I bet you sleep well, I bet you go days without even thinking of me, or what you did to me...what you did to us.
I keep pushing people away telling them im ugly and yes i think my body and my face are ugly but now there's something rotting inside.
The remains of your lies are inside me...decaying
filling my senses with disgusting, noxious, despair.
The new ones can sense the sourness inside
the smell of the rot floats up out of me and I wear it like a crown of thorns
punishing me for ever loving you.
punishing me for ever trusting you.
Maybe I wasn't entirely intact when you came into my life
but i was holding myself together well enough.
I believed in love well enough
to love you.
Now.
Who will take a chance on such a bitter, broken girl?
I hate you because I'm missing opportunities to be with great people, to know great people, to be in love.
I hate you because in the back of my head there's a voice, in the pit of my stomach there's fear and in my strong heart a soft bruise that hurts every time i think "maybe this wont be like last time"
Last time.
You're fucking some other chick now so last time didn't mean as much to you, I know.
I bet you sleep well, I bet you go days without even thinking of me, or what you did to me...what you did to us.
I keep pushing people away telling them im ugly and yes i think my body and my face are ugly but now there's something rotting inside.
The remains of your lies are inside me...decaying
filling my senses with disgusting, noxious, despair.
The new ones can sense the sourness inside
the smell of the rot floats up out of me and I wear it like a crown of thorns
punishing me for ever loving you.
punishing me for ever trusting you.
Maybe I wasn't entirely intact when you came into my life
but i was holding myself together well enough.
I believed in love well enough
to love you.
Now.
Who will take a chance on such a bitter, broken girl?