I guess what they say is a true story,
That I am a stubborn broken little girl,
That I only hear what I want to hear,
And that I only see what I want to see.
I guess they're right again, you know,
That I can't stop lying for anything,
That I hurt the people I deeply love,
And that I am only into myself.
I am that girl who believes everything,
Especially when a guy feeds her shit,
About he there is no one in the world;
That he wants to be with forever.
I guess I am a huge procrastinator,
But then again, who isnt?
I guess, I guess, I guess-
That maybe, kind of, sort of, I am.
