we were perfect together, we just lacked perfect timing
you were never in my top 5, 8, 10, or 100
it's really not a big deal, get over it. you disgust me
im not a myspace whore, but you apparently are. you're addicted
to it like cocaine, and im not that deadly. im sure im high up in the clouds,
but im not it. i tagged you weeks before you started turning my stomach
into 5 pieces, ups and downs, lefts and rights, and the disco-turn while you're
at it. im not a joke anymore, and you can't be mine. i don't want you because you're
you, i don't want you because im me. you aren't my type, but im faster at you and your
lack thereof. don't talk about me behind my back, because i can hear you. i can hear you
when you aren't thinking of me, and i can see you in my bed , dead, with a bullet in your head
and don't think i didn't want to do this a long time ago. i was just too fucking small to get up and talk
