She sneaks out at night and writes horrible truths about herself on the bathroom mirrors.
He's the only one who knows it's her.
She's doing it for attention
Orsohethinks
The others talk about who says those things
Scrawled in her trademark pink eyeliner
But she doesn't listen for the nice things
But the ones that say, You're right.
But he can't see that.
Once or twice, she goes shortandsweet
With a trademark
B
I
T
C
H
But other times, she puts some real thought into it
Because roses are red,
And violets aren't pink
Nobody cares about you
You don't ever think
He thinks she likes the talking
The gossip
The lies
She could care less about the gossip and the lies
It's the truth she's after
And then he finds her alone
And he tells her what he knows
But what do they say about assumptions?
My fatal flaw is honesty
No wait, that's not true, it's hubris
I do it for me
People die from fatal flaws
And honey, I have far too much class to die that way
Can't a girl counteract things?
We do it for lines, sun, that cinnamon bun at the mall
So what's the problem
With
My
Truths?
