Hurt me... please.
"Everything would have been ok if you hadn't have gone to koots and you would stop drinking"
My mother fucking bad
He wouldn't have even noticed if I came home tonight. That's my fault just like everything else is.
The past keeps coming up; people keep hiding shit from me.
I had a lot of fun tonight; I got on stage and got called beautiful by the lead singer... heart breaking really...
I wish I had my own place. A place to go home to... I feel like I have no home, just a comfy place to sleep. I have no friends to trust, their secretive, and they wont say anything that would upset me.
Just like with my mom... I rather know than not, but it still fucking hurts. That's when it is my call... I call you out. Bitch.
My mother fucking bad
He wouldn't have even noticed if I came home tonight. That's my fault just like everything else is.
The past keeps coming up; people keep hiding shit from me.
I had a lot of fun tonight; I got on stage and got called beautiful by the lead singer... heart breaking really...
I wish I had my own place. A place to go home to... I feel like I have no home, just a comfy place to sleep. I have no friends to trust, their secretive, and they wont say anything that would upset me.
Just like with my mom... I rather know than not, but it still fucking hurts. That's when it is my call... I call you out. Bitch.