....I'm lying!

my soul has already been torn dislocated from my body....

take me back to my birth I remember when I forgot I was no longer pathetic!....tiny cuddly cute useless lovely it don't work here.....

caring just turns me into a disaster...

do I need to cry in my bed to prove I care?

do I need to cry in the shower while I wash my damn hair?

do I need to cry all the time?

to f--k off my personality is that a crime?

all the time?

...and the eyeballs wander aimless

like they never seen nuthin'