For once,
I wish I could say that to someone;;;;
But like anyone loves me like that anymore.
For once,
I want to know what it's like to be the pretty kid in the back of the room,
No one's eyes are leaving me.
But no.
I'm cursed with the lack of beauty.
I'm sick of it,
I'm sick of trying with it,
I'm done.
I don't want to try.
I give up,
What I want is gone.
CHOKETRENDKILL · Mon Jun 04, 2007 @ 07:40am · 0 Comments