Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Drunk as F**k

     So I'm at home alone drunk.
Why can't I be happy?
Why can't I be happy?
Why can't I be happy?
Why can't I be happy?
I want to be happy
I want to be happy
I want to be happy
I want to be happy
I want to be happy
I want to be happy
I want to be happy
Why can't I be happy?
I use to feel pretty
Why don't I feel pretty?
Why can't someone tell me I'm pretty?
Why can't someone tell me I'm special?
Why can't someone make me feel loved?
Why can't someone love me?
Why won't he love me again?
Why did he have to come into my life?
I wouldn't have loved
but I wouldn't feel like this.
Why did he fuck me up so bad?
Why won't this end?
I thought it did.
Why can't someone come save me?
Why can't someone make me feel special?
Why does everyone like Auto instead of me?
Why am I such a slut?
Why am I not attractive?
I thought I was attractive.
Why won't Moscato let me visit him?
I thought he would help me.
I want to be happy.

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