kisses are lies but how should i know?
no one loves me so how does that go?
my friends say im pretty but what about the guys?
i feel so alone is that how i will die?
i watched them kiss in the school,at the park,in the mall,and every where eles....dose that mean that they will laugh when they see me cry?
the world is so cruel...when your the only person you know with out a first kiss
its like i want to die but i want to find the right guy
what did i do that made me so sad?
i wish the crying would stop and that people would stop telling me about how a good kisser there boyfriends are because it makes me sick when i look at them kiss
as they stare in each others eyes and hold each other so close
its like how i want to be different but still fit in
its not impossiable im just tired of always trying
my backpack says all these bad things about me...and im the only person that wrote anything bad
i want them to read it but i dont want them to ask me about it
its like if you had evry # of any guy you liked but you were to afriad to call any of them
when you get invited to a party that you want to go to but your not going for that person your going for your friends
life is ironic but its mostly sadness....i want to be what im not but stay the same....i want to be liked but i want to hate
nothing is new....you just never noticed it before
no one loves me so how does that go?
my friends say im pretty but what about the guys?
i feel so alone is that how i will die?
i watched them kiss in the school,at the park,in the mall,and every where eles....dose that mean that they will laugh when they see me cry?
the world is so cruel...when your the only person you know with out a first kiss
its like i want to die but i want to find the right guy
what did i do that made me so sad?
i wish the crying would stop and that people would stop telling me about how a good kisser there boyfriends are because it makes me sick when i look at them kiss
as they stare in each others eyes and hold each other so close
its like how i want to be different but still fit in
its not impossiable im just tired of always trying
my backpack says all these bad things about me...and im the only person that wrote anything bad
i want them to read it but i dont want them to ask me about it
its like if you had evry # of any guy you liked but you were to afriad to call any of them
when you get invited to a party that you want to go to but your not going for that person your going for your friends
life is ironic but its mostly sadness....i want to be what im not but stay the same....i want to be liked but i want to hate
nothing is new....you just never noticed it before
