Note: Currently in a grumpy mood (circa. 2017)

You're too good for the world"
Well, Sir, you've been surely mistaken.

I'm nothing but an accident between two stupid confused twenty-three year olds turned into two dumb adolescent girls

My smile and nice tone with you is only fueled by not wanting to leave the conversation in bruises or an anxiety attack or otherwise, I'd tell you to fuck off.

See, I really only think for myself, Sir
I'm nothing precious.
Looks deceive, Sir.
So, wipe those foggy, thick glass lens you look at the world through, and take another fucking look.

I'm an awful mess,
with raging eyes
I'm full of sin,
And full of lies

I'm an awful girl,
with deceitful eyes
my smile deceives,
and my voice it lies