you know what?
I don't think I care about you or what you think anymore.
And I don't think you've ever cared about what I think.
That's OK with me, it wasn't before, but I realise now, God, I can do so much better.
What is it they say? "Like Pontius Pilate, I wash my hands off thee."
I am no beauty like you. I'm not as outgoing and interesting.
I think I've realised this for a while, but have never put it into words.
I can be a complete b*tch on the inside, I reckon.
But I guess you can say that I'm nice on the outside.
Wow, I mean, I can stand up on my own now.
Beat that.