People tell me im beautiful, but I never think its true, the only way I'll believe it, is if I hear it come from you

And this is my life
getting dumped with no warning
or liking people who don't like me back
or who don't like me enough
or not as much as they like someone else

I always have this fear that one day
you are going to discover that i'm
not as great as you once thought i was

I find the word stalker very offensive
i like to call it planned coincidences of
bumping into each other or going the same way

So yeah, your style is a little off
& you don't have the greatest laugh
but you are still my only one

She's all alone again
wiping the tears from her eyes.
Some days she feels like dying,
she gets so sick of crying.

I lie the loudest when I lie to myself.

The heaviest thing I carry is a grudge.

Of all the things I wear,
my expression is most important.

&& she can't get the one she wants
so she settles for all the rest