The The Empty...
nothing...
There is a type of man I can't stand. The kind who just wants to claim something beautiful. The type of man who always comes after me. Not that I'm beautiful, but that's the first thing they'll tell me. How can you say you're in love with a girl when she never speaks to you? There's a pretty little doll standing all alone... Waiting for you? Five minutes of looking at those big green eyes and you feel like you really know her. Your gaze, your watery eyes, leaning close to me with that repulsive smile. I am not your fucking discovery. What's my favorite color, asshole?
just in that type of mood...