Why are you avoiding me,
am I that bad?
You claim to have feelings for me,
but I doubt feelings themselves you even have.

A little bit of angel,
and a devil mixed inside.
A little bit of craziness,
and a little shyness that I hide.

Stop playing around,
I'm tired of this game.
I'm not something you grab from the lost and found,
And slowly drive insane

A b.i.t.c.h. like her,
deserves a b.i.t.c.h. like you,
So really darling,
Your backstabbing me was a favor to do.

I've been through a lot of trauma,
Many unbearable.
But this wound hurts more than your daily drama,
For it is merely, basically, unfortunately...
unstitchable.

You make my blood boil, when I see your face.
Or whatever of it is left,
since you've got this mask of disgrace.

Im tired of having to prove myself & I dont need to impress anyone. So shut your crap & leave me alone..this game..its done.

Posers surround me,
Backstabbers befriend me.
Yet I shall stand strong,
for my hope can't die so easily.

I'm tired of waiting for you to come online,
and not being able to even gather the courage to say anything.

How can you say I've never been hurt? For you may have been pricked by a thorn, but I am a garden of roses...