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I hid inside my room like a f**ing coward And the past 18 months flashed before me in the last eight long hours. A little less than amazing: you finally got a rise out of me. So I laughed, I cried (well, I tried, but I laughed again). See? who the f** needs a caricature to be their friend? It's so f**ing stupid. I'm just as scared and insecure as you (maybe even x2) And I wonder what you really thought of me. An intimate friend? a loud-mouthed jerk? or just a novelty? (and, hey, do you think I could sing this a little more out of key? ) This is not an apology. it's just therapy. Because as we all know (and apparently), I don't need anybody.