I'm going to write I'm going to write,
till I run out of words.
I'm going to write I'm going to write,
I'm going to show the world.

Why are you avoiding me,
am I that bad?
You claim to have feelings for me,
but I doubt feelings themselves you even have.

A little bit of angel,
and a devil mixed inside.
A little bit of craziness,
and a little shyness that I hide.

Stop playing around,
I'm tired of this game.
I'm not something you grab from the lost and found,
And slowly drive insane

A b.i.t.c.h. like her,
deserves a b.i.t.c.h. like you,
So really darling,
Your backstabbing me was a favor to do.

I've been through a lot of trauma,
Many unbearable.
But this wound hurts more than your daily drama,
For it is merely, basically, unfortunately...
unstitchable.

You make my blood boil, when I see your face.
Or whatever of it is left,
since you've got this mask of disgrace.

Im tired of having to prove myself & I dont need to impress anyone. So shut your crap & leave me alone..this game..its done.

What's the point in living for,
if you're eventually going to die?
What's the point in loving someone,
if by the end,
they make you cry?

Maybe, just maybe,
What I feel for you...
Maybe you'll say that you feel it too.