Aug 08, 2005 23:33
i hid inside my room like a fucking coward
and the past 18 months flashed before me in the last eight long hours.
a little less than amazing; you finally got a rise out of me.
so i laughed, i cried (well, i tried, but i laughed again)
see? who the fuck needs a caricature to be their friend?
it's so fucking stupid
i'm just as scared and insecure as you (maybe even x2)
and i wonder what you really thought of me. a
n intimate friend? a loud-mouthed jerk? or just a novelty?
(and, hey, do you think i could sing this a little more out of key?)
this is not an apology.
it's just therepy.
because as we all know
and apparently, i don't need anybody.