Your harsh words
And conceited lies...

I wonder what love could be,
If there’s really such a thing...

Pretend,
Playing fake...

Everything that could be, is wrong.
Feeling like I don't belong...

He spots me in the dead of night,
Underneath the willow tree...

It feels like nothing-
Hurts like everything...

Fcuk this.
It seems like every drop of sun...

Restraints,
At my hands and feet...

I wish we could cuddle all night,
In the back of your car...

I do not want to beg,
I do not want to cry...

Here's the "normal daughter,"
That you've wanted so long to have...

My heart bleeds a crimson substitute for the tears...