It's weird to be the fifth wheel, says the girl who's always the center of attention.
And skirts aren't supposed to be this short.
God will never bless me, i've sinned too much.
And "It was never plugged in at all."
Thoughts are fleeting, and it's weird to say goodbye.
Well isn't this awkward? Says the girl in the corner, sighing.
I don't wanna have sex with random people, okay?
But still i'm really lonely.
This wasn't my idea, okay?
My grammar is kinda fucked up.
Let's change the subject, okay?
Why does this always happen?
I feel really out of place.
Oh, god, time to leave the past behind me.
I keep saying this.
Fuck....okay?
Maybe I should leave my own mind and escape.
Have fun with paranoid delusions. Okay?
Drugs hid the fact that i'm fucked up.
But how fucked up am I? Really?
Okay.
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