mind running amok;
finding faults with self.
Just when self esteem was at its peek,
it plummets again.
"Why am I born with such fugly features.
F, why can't I be like her?"
I need an antidote.
Well, I have an instant one,
right now.
It does not create miracles,
but it'll do some good.
As simple as.....
Good looks are short lived
Who cares about looks,
when deep within is empty.
I do not have to fret that I am not pretty,
because I know I am capable of something more than just
dolling up to hook up boys (:
I thank Paramore for such a great song,
and I thank Zik for introducing it to me.
" I never meant to brag...but I got him where I want him now.It was never my intention to brag.To steal it all away from you now.But God does it feels so good...And if you could then you know you would cause God it just feels so good.It just feels so good.Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you.Looking as innocent as possible to get to who.Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse! I watched his wildest dreams come true.Not one of them involving you.Just watch my wildest dreams come true
Not one of them involving...YOU!"
