I'm Just Done.
I'm done with your cologne-drenched strut around.
If you're going to have these mood
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check to make sure you don't go too high.
You think you're so great with your catwalkpose, your sexmeup glare, and your awful tatoo,
don't you, handsome darling?
Because, you know all those girls just wantwantwant little perfect you. They faint at the sight of you, they'd die for a kiss, wouldn't they, handsome darling?
Perfect
Sweet
handsome darling.
It's too bad you're not so perfect.
Sure, you're that boy always surrounded by your
friends
(cute word for backstabbers)
And you're smiling and laughing and you and those people are just beautiful butterflies the rest of us want to be, but we can never quite get there
Do those girls watching you know your heart is broken? Because it is, no matter how hard you try to deny it. She broke it, he broke it, I broke it, they broke it.
Every time one of those BeautifulGirls try to touch you, you back away, don't you? Don't think I don't notice just because I'm across the corridor.
And, (admit it, handsome darling) that silly little word? It scares the fuck out of you.
That simple four letter word? It rolls off my tongue and I see you wince. Love. Love love love love love! I love love. But, you. It scares you. It terrifies you.
Because you loved her, she broke your heart. You loved him, although in a different way, and he made you cry. Did you ever really love me like I loved you?
You wear a mask
(don't deny it )
Everyday, you look in the mirror
and become this boy
He's handsome
And funny
And confident
& not you.
The saddest goddamn thing is that everyone believes you.
I'm done with you not being you, handsome darling, gorgeous boy.
Give you a chance