Having a sudden pretty privilege is so confusing yet sad cause you realize how people change the way they treat you just because you look better now.

"You'd be more my type if you ask me why I'm scared instead assuming I'm overreacting or that my brain needs to be repaired"

What's good for you might be so different from what you want, make sure you're seeing through everything you do.

I like to slam doors closed.

Your nemesis will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing.

I still remember, 3rd of December
Me in your -gray- sweater
You said it looked better on me than it did you
Only if you knew how much I liked you
But I watch your eyes as she walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than a blue sky
She's got you mesmerized
While I die.

I thought we'd make it to December but you slipped away.

Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

You cut your hair off
You got new icons
And from the outside it looks like you're trying lives on
I miss the old ways
You didn't have to change
But I guess I don't have a say now that we don't talk.